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Lil Bro Video (MV)




Performed By: $acks
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Jamarius Davis
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$acks - Lil Bro Lyrics
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Woke up, I told her
I'm not feeling today
She f*ckin' we, don't go on
No dinner, no date
I know that I'm him
Mink mink mink
She lickin' the tip of the dick
Like some ice cream
JJ like Simon
You better just do
I need me a check
Just like it's nike
Two weeks fresh
So clean
I'm rockin' a white t
I know that's your, shawty
She told me she like me
Backspace, flip it
Delete it I got a chop
Chop, got a chete
He take off your top
Knock, knock
Who is that?
That's the cops
Don't f*ck with the opps
Rasta, shrimp
Alfredo, linguine
Shrimp-ass nigga
I know that you mini
You is a f*ck nigga
Really about money
Money machine
Make her go dummy
Dick' in her belly
Back in her tummy
My brother, that nigga
He really get money
Cheese, cheddar, biscuit
Cash flow Money
$acks no Fifth no ave
It can get hot, bullets
They hit you like Nelly
I got a chip on my shoulder
She archin
She bending it over
Head, shoulder
Knees, it's over
I got a hangover
She, the one came over
You the one came sober
You know it's game over
Accurate, I'm the one
Came with a plan
My aim is ridiculous
Out of the range
Simple lil nigga
I know that you simp
Tiny lil' pussy
You act like a wimp
Back overseas
I took me a zip
Back in my bag
I ain't splittin' the chip
Haha we ain't splitting
None of this shit boi
Haha yeah pow pow pow
Sacks, cash, yeah
Clout, pow, pow
Don't do that, yeah
You already know
What we do phil
We got Swisher in here
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English

Woke up, I told her
I'm not feeling today
She f*ckin' we, don't go on
No dinner, no date
I know that I'm him
Mink mink mink
She lickin' the tip of the dick
Like some ice cream
JJ like Simon
You better just do
I need me a check
Just like it's nike
Two weeks fresh
So clean
I'm rockin' a white t
I know that's your, shawty
She told me she like me
Backspace, flip it
Delete it I got a chop
Chop, got a chete
He take off your top
Knock, knock
Who is that?
That's the cops
Don't f*ck with the opps
Rasta, shrimp
Alfredo, linguine
Shrimp-ass nigga
I know that you mini
You is a f*ck nigga
Really about money
Money machine
Make her go dummy
Dick' in her belly
Back in her tummy
My brother, that nigga
He really get money
Cheese, cheddar, biscuit
Cash flow Money
$acks no Fifth no ave
It can get hot, bullets
They hit you like Nelly
I got a chip on my shoulder
She archin
She bending it over
Head, shoulder
Knees, it's over
I got a hangover
She, the one came over
You the one came sober
You know it's game over
Accurate, I'm the one
Came with a plan
My aim is ridiculous
Out of the range
Simple lil nigga
I know that you simp
Tiny lil' pussy
You act like a wimp
Back overseas
I took me a zip
Back in my bag
I ain't splittin' the chip
Haha we ain't splitting
None of this shit boi
Haha yeah pow pow pow
Sacks, cash, yeah
Clout, pow, pow
Don't do that, yeah
You already know
What we do phil
We got Swisher in here
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Writer: Jamarius Davis
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