Brotherly Love歌词-Kay flock&B-Lovee&Dougie B

Brotherly Love歌词由Kay flock&B-Lovee&Dougie B演唱，出自专辑《The D.O.A. Tape (Care Package)》，下面是《Brotherly Love》完整版歌词！

Brotherly Love歌词完整版

作词 : Arion Howard/Damien Beepat/Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon

作曲 : Arion Howard/Damien Beepat/Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon

(Glo made that beat?)

Gang, gang, gang

Everything dead, nigga

Dummy

Niggas linking up (Everything K)

Get hit with them, killed 'em (Big EBK, Everything ****ing K

**** who I se

Everything dead

Look

Now it's deeper than rap

Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back

Stay with a Trend and the MACs in the back

Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (Grrt, baow)

Now it's deeper than rap

Talk disrespect, so it's time to get back

Stay with a Trend and the MACs in the back

Dumpin' the deal and I'm takin' a pack (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrt-baow)

Batter up, I ain't talkin' no Nelly

Kay-Kay spot 'em, he pluck 'em like Skelly (Grrt, grrt)

Opps in the spot, then we 'bushin thе Telly (Baow, baow, baow)

U.E., thirty and better, no Chеvy

.30 and better, we leavin' 'em deady

Leave 'em bloody, he gushin', no jelly (Jelly)

Get you a gang and a gun, **** is heavy (Heavy)

EBK *****, I'm feelin' like Melly (Melly

Look, catch Good Day, ***** that's doomsda

I shoot old heads too, get boomed (Like grrah-grrah-grrah-boom)

And tell Nay-Nay come shake up the room

Lil Gotti call thotty, that ***** is a smooch (That ***** is a smoochie)

I'm so high, I think I'm with Woo

Lay down on that 'Tussin, I think I'ma snooze (Like, like what?)

We keep knockers like this **** essential

.22 long rifles, these bullets like pencils

Homicide, bodies drop when we bend through

Jackin' SK, bullets rippin' his dental

Paramedics, they droppin' it silly

Beam on his back, ain't no runnin' like Ricky (Ricky)

Talkin' on bro, you gon' go out like Blizzy (Blizzy)

Scream DOA, and she poppin' her pussy (Pussy), poppin' her pussy

Then back on that chain snatchin' (Like what?)

And still ain't a thing happen (Grrt-boom)

They keep speakin' on **** these niggas ain't do

Geek off the Xan', I go dumb with it too

He a fool with the deuce, he don't know what to do

Swear to god when I boom, better duck, better move (Grrah)

Wait, I catch a O, yeah (Grrah-grrah, boom)

.40 gon' knock off his whole head (Grrah-grrah, boom)

But the other side, they never outside

So we said **** it, we boom at the old heads

When I scream DOA it's a code red

And I put that on bro, we want all red

If they linkin' up, we smokin' all dead

I'ma say it again, we want all red (We want it all)

That's on bro, when I up, better move (Better move)

With the deuce, I'ma fool, I go coo' (Coo')

.22 long rifle, **** long like a broom (Broom)

EBK shit, we don't pick and choose

If I slide and he run wit 'em, he gettin' boomed (Grrah, grrah)

I told AC, "Bro, watch what I do" (Like what?)

Spun through the 8, upped my fingers, they flew (They flew)

'Cause they know what I usually do, like (*****)

.30's or better when we spinnin' through (Go through)

If he up, ain't no tellin' me coo' (No coo')

And the way I went out for y'all, they wouldn't do (They didn't)

That's on bro, I went dumb wit' a deuce

So, don't question my loyalty, nigga, you fu' (You fake)

I ain't dissin', but this **** is true (Like facts)

Ain't gon' speak on how many I threw (Like grrah)

They gon' act but they know what I do like (Grrah-grrah, baow)

They say, "Kay you be buggin', just pass on" (Pass on)

First one I see, he get packed off (Packed off)

Dougie B catchin' alley's off backboards

I threw ten, Dougie let off the last four (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Like, better run, 'cause I shoot with no sympathy (Sympathy)

Brotherly Love - Kay Flock, B Lovee, Dougie B - The D.O.A. Tape - DOA shit, I'm dumpin' on anything (*****

Legs on my body, I feel like a centipede

We get muddy, I tell her, "Don't Henny me"

Wastin' my time on a *****, are you kiddin' me? (Like what?)

I ain't cuffin' her, like she'll milli' me

Niggas chattin', they diss on the internet

No, we not into that, not with the chitter chat

Sixty-two shots, I'ma knock off his fitted cap (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Be with them, show no remorse, ***** I'm flockin' that

Self-made, just tryna get paid (Like what?)

I'ma get it, it ain't no debate

Forever ten toes, I'ma always be great

I go broke, that's on God, I'ma take (On bro)

Baby, **** wit a Flocka, bend over

Show no remorse, bullets shakin' her shoulders

Break her phone if that ***** try to post us (What?)

DTB telly, for sessions we poled up like (Grrah-grrah, boom)

And forever JB, we gon' go dumb

Me and Dougz rappin', I hope that we blow up

If he screamin' out Gz, I'ma throw 'em (Grrah)

Bullets so big, hit his car, it might blow up (Grrah-grrah)

On the 'Gram he be pickin' them poles up

Caught 'em in traffic and that nigga froze up (Nigga froze)

Brotherly Love - Kay Flock, B Lovee, Dougie B: Brotherly Love The D.O.A. Tape - Like, nigga talkin' **** he wanna do? (Like what?)

Oh, he chill with them opp niggas too? (Shoot the opps)

He better not be there when I come to 'oot (Grrah)

Whatever they throw up, I'm droppin' it too

**** that, he get dropped wit' 'em too

When we bend through, we brung a thot with us to (We brung a thot)

Do a drill, put the knock's in her boot (Knock's in her boot)

All for bro, he get shot actin' cool (Like what?)

They could suck a **** if they not feelin' me (What?)

Call up Kay, he gon' slide with artillery (Grrah-grrah)

Dougz in the back with a beam on the lemon-squeeze

Get caught outta bounds and I won't show no sympathy (No sympathy)

Lil' thottie, I love how she lickin' me (Love how she lickin' me )

But if she tryna line me, I'm lettin' this semi squeeze (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Niggas goofy, they hangin' with rats (They hangin' with snitches)

When you see me, don't give me a dap (Don't give me a pound)

Free all the goons, I can't wait 'til they back (Wait 'til they home)

Niggas better just stay where they at (Stay where you at)

And you better not false an attack (Like)

Brodie up pole, put your brains on your lap (Like what?)

Off the muddy, ain't no lovey-dovey (No dovey)

He move wocky, that boy catch a sluggie

Step in the party, these *****es they love me (They love me)

Off the muddy, my vision is blurry

I'm not worried, bro shoot in a hurry (I'm not worried)

I'm not worried, he shoot like he Curry (Like Curry)

Glock's with extensions, this **** holdin' thirty (I shot a what?)

Catch a opp and this **** gon' get dirty (Shit'll get muddy)

Everything dead, grrt, baow