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Afraid of my kid eatin'? Man will be fuckin' down for that, bros Just let me know the time It be interesting today at work There were odds running around And I'm lookin' at them motherfuckers like "Blud, do you know what man's doing? Man's with the mandem" So they already know And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them I don't quite know How to say Just how I feel I don't quite know How to say Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel (I don't know how I feel) Broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis I don't quite know How to say How I feel She won't dive in But I still can't breathe It's what you did to me How I feel I don't know How I feel Oh Just how I feel And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them And you ain't heard from none of them broskis (I don't know) And you ain't heard from none of them, none of them (Just how I feel) and you ain't heard from none of them (How I feel) heard from none of them broskis Heard from none of them (Just how I feel) heard from none of them broskis (How I) heard from none of them Man fuckin' dardy, trust me, bruv Nah it's just, walk- Man's just tryna Man's just tryna turn up, Fred This summer's gonna be fuckin' lit, bro
Writer(s): Jonathan Quinn, Gary Lightbody, Paul Wilson, Jamie Smith, Tom Simpson, Adam Midgely, Nathan Connolly, Irving Adjei, Fred Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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