笨小笨Brotherly Love歌词由Kay flock&Dougie B&B-Lovee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 : Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon/Arion Howard/Adrian Lau/Matthew Robert Marvin
作曲 : Kevin Perez/Quayshawn Cannon/Arion Howard/Adrian Lau/Matthew Robert Marvin
Haha, yo, free me, man
We see the opps, hop out, man
(A Lau on the beat)
Keke, DOA
The ****, nigga, 94K (Grrah), OGzK, OYK (Grrah)
Haha, free my son Deuce (Grrah)
Free the Blammas (Grrah, grrah), Free us, ****ed up
Hahaha
DOA, we gon' turn this **** up (Ahh)
Patty and 'Migos, she turnt the **** up
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They like what?)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump
Baba line, who *****? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (With you and my gun)
Grrah, grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun
I can't lack for a ***** that be on me (That be on me)
This .30 got hollows for him and his homies
Had to walk on both feet, couldn't get us a stoley
Went to shoot at the opps with my doley
I was stuck in the streets, I was starting to get lonely (Uh-huh)
Niggas talking that **** like they know me (Like they know me)
I done been through the storm, they can't fold me
All the opps on my ****, tryna clone me (On my ****)
Name whatever it is, let it be that (Let it be that)
Catch 'em leavin' his crib, he won't be back (Grrah)
Brodie gon' pop out the cut, he won't see that (He won't see that)
Shit get real, it's not fake so don't think that (So don't think that)
**** a day shift (Uh-huh), my goons pop out at dark, tryna slay **** (Grrah, grrah)
Off the Patty and 'Migos, she ain't actin' basic (Ahh)
Free Kay Flock, I can't wait 'til that day hit (Grrah-grrah)
DOA, we gon' turn this **** up (Turn this **** up)
Patty and 'Migos, she turnt the **** up (Turnt the **** up)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (They like what?)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Baba line, who *****? You dumb (Ahh)
Try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (With you and my gun)
Grrah, grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun
(Grrah-grrah-grrah, ahh)
You keep jackin' the gang
Is you ready to slide or die?
Like, put all your pride aside
No time for mines, the guys forever gon' ride
I don't got a reason to lie
R.I.P JayRipK, he feindin' to say this
He told me, like, "Dougie, these niggas ain't right"
Turnt the Y, I move wocky when I'an why
Just a kid wit' the pole, ain't no reason to lie
They caught you at court, that nigga went up, throwin' shots
Like, no, ain't no reason to [?
Like, no, I can't go, I geek wit' my chop
[?
JB was a problem
You parked, you high
At any age, you gettin' flocked
Like, every opp day, gettin' shot
Like, Dougie B, they gon' remember me (Grrah-grrah)
Miss all the memories
Told 'em, "Free Flock" (Grrah-grrah)
DOA, we gon' turn this **** up (Turn this **** up)
Patty and 'Migos, she turnt the **** up (Like, what? Like, what?)
Other side goofies, they some chumps (Don't run)
.40 kickin' like Bruce Lee, when I dump (Don't run, don't trip)
Baba line, who *****? You dumb
Try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun (Don't run, don't trip)
Grrah, grrah, try to line me, I'm dyin' wit' you and my gun
(Grrah-grrah-grrah)
DOA, DOA
