paroles de chanson Bruh - DJ Drama , Jeezy

I've been gettin' it since the sixth grade (Yeah)
Ah, shit
Let me see if some of y'all
Can relate (SNOFALL, fuck, man, shit, yeah)
Like '05 Visions (Yeah)
Hundred deep, every nigga
With a champagne bottle (Ayy, get to it, yeah)
Snoman shirts for everybody (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, you already know, bruh (Know, bruh)
You done seen this shit before, bruh (Bruh)
They just wanna see you dead, bruh (Bruh)
Bitches, they just want your bread, bruh (Bruh)
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights
Rollie lookin' like somе headlights
Call my trap house the bakеry (Gangsta Grillz)
That's where they keep the bread right

I been gettin' it since the sixth grade (Sixth grade)
Water whippin' I'm the best out (Yeah)
VVS, yeah, the water stone (Water stone)
Type of shit to make you stick your chest out (Woo)
Left the lot, bought a gold chain (Gold chain)
Water boilin', talkin' lo mein (Yeah)
You love money but you hate fame (Hate fame)
Gotta pocket full now that's loose change (Yeah)
Paper lookin' like a notebook (Notebook)
Chinchilla flow, need a coat hook (Woo)
See I graduated from the dope game (Dope game)
Give a dope beat, I write a dope hook (Yeah)

Tell them niggas this a hit, bruh (Hit, bruh)
Tell them bitches this a hit, bruh (Hit, bruh)
Jizzle back talkin' shit, bruh (Woo)
Swear them niggas snappin' like a pit, bruh

Yeah, you already know, bruh (Know, bruh)
You done seen this shit before, bruh (Bruh, yeah)
They just wanna see you dead, bruh (Bruh)
Bitches, they just want your bread, bruh (Hey)
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights (Red lights)
Rollie lookin' like some headlights (Headlights)
Call my trap house the bakery (Woo)
That's where they keep the bread right

Bank account like a phone number (Yeah)
I just gave your bitch the wrong number (Who?)
I don't fuck with no fuck niggas
You the type of nigga get along with 'em (Yeah)
So what that really say about you?
What the streets say that might be true (Hey)
Real nigga nothin' like y'all
If the kitchen funky spray Lysol, now, look

You can tell them niggas this a hit, bruh (Hit, bruh)
Tell them bitches this a hit, bruh (Hit, bruh)
D. Rich on his shit, bruh (Woo)
Swear he got it poppin' like a zit, bruh (Yeah)
Red dot on the 40, Hindu (Hindu)
Back stabbing niggas Ginsu
Take 'em out the hood, have 'em livin' good
Spend up all his money then sue

Yeah, you already know, bruh (Know, bruh)
You done seen this shit before, bruh (Bruh, yeah)
They just wanna see you dead, bruh (Bruh)
Bitches, they just want your bread, bruh (Hey)
Tryna dodge the blue and red lights (Red lights)
Rollie lookin' like some headlights (Headlights)
Call my trap house the bakery
That's where they keep the bread right, look

Ha, haha
I got my mojo back, baby
Ho, behave
Snoman
Who me?
Mr. Thanksgiving