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K CAMP - Bruddas (Audio) (feat. Marlo)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
K CAMP
K CAMP
Vocals
Marlo
Marlo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristopher Campbell
Kristopher Campbell
Songwriter
Rudolph Johnson
Rudolph Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Kritical
Bobby Kritical
Producer

Lyrics

Bobby Kritical This that QC RARE Sound shit Lil Marlo, what's happenin'? (Bobby, that shit hard) Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like family Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like family Treat my brother just like fam I slide, you slide, we slide, we slide too My dawgs, no flaws, let me remind you Stay solid, stay trill, and I'm right behind you Treat my brother just like fam I'm tryna ball forever, ball forever (Go) We came from the mud, you know we all together You give them some smoke, I got you, call whenever You fall out 'bout a bitch, you know you fall forever RARE Sound, 4 Pockets Full in this bitch, yeah Put it on God, won't stress about no bitch, yeah Ever since a jit, all I dreamed about is getting rich, yeah Lame ass nigga, get the fuck off my dick, yeah Shout out Bo, that's my right hand Nowadays, fifty racks, that's some light bands You been lookin' for the G.O.A.T., you found the right man Backwood full of green like a Sprite can Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like family Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like family Treat my brother just like fam I slide, you slide, we slide, we slide too My dawgs, no flaws, let me remind you Stay solid, stay trill, and I'm right behind you Treat my brother just like fam You my brother if I know you ridin' with me You my dawg if I share these Percs with you And you my man if I know you won't squeal in a jam You'll do a thousand years 'bout this shit, a nigga really did Fuckin' bitches together, Glock-40's, Berettas And the Drac' come with a coolant system The opps, we be tryna kill them niggas 'Member Tweak bought me the Hellcat, that shit was for Christmas Then I turned around and bought him one for being a real nigga Have a nigga squeezing on the real pistol, I be in the field with him If you ever try my dawg, then we gotta deal with you You know, shout out to the niggas that ain't never went against the grain Shout out to them niggas that held me down, I know y'all feel my pain Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like family Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like fam Treat my brother just like family Treat my brother just like fam I slide, you slide, we slide, we slide too My dawgs, no flaws, let me remind you Stay solid, stay trill, and I'm right behind you Treat my brother just like fam Tryna ball forever, ball forever We came from the mud, you know we all together We came from the mud, you know we all together
Writer(s): Bobby Bernard Turner, Jr., Kristopher Thomas Campbell, Wayy, Rudolph Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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