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Proph
Proph
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Proph
Proph
Composer
Dwaine Zakrie Folkes
Dwaine Zakrie Folkes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Proph
Proph
Producer
Bronson Powell
Bronson Powell
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Ireland
Thomas Ireland
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Brodi finna find excuses Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it Brodi - brodi Brodi finna find excuses 'Cuses Ride - ride - ride See my - lose it, lose it Brodi finna find excuses Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it Brodi - brodi Brodi finna find excuses 'Cuses Ride - ride - ride See my - lose it, lose it Get down Get low Blacked out Dress code 45 rounds Best know One sound coming through ur headphones everybody Get down Get low Blacked out Dress code 45 rounds Best know Baby You ain't too young to get smoked Baby Sweet boy hanging with the street boys If I'm too far gone Blamed it on my Surroundings Likely that it's unlike me Roll up with less than a 8ball inna di calvins I ain't even out banging my darg Everybody talk tough But Ik they ain't about it Two ways bro going OT One shot Turn a lil mole hill to a mountain Grease Dun 'em up neat What we don't hear ain't never unseen That Coke still float like mohamed ali Cah my Bro bro get it from another country Every year Drug deals Sumer One step run up Then MJ man change colour Wouldn't wanna be my man Tech fleece stretched free if you see my man Everybody Get down Get low Blacked out Dress code 45 rounds Best know One sound coming through ur headphones everybody Get down Get low Blacked out Dress code 45 rounds Best know Baby You ain't too young to get smoked Baby Brodi finna find excuses Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it Brodi - brodi Brodi finna find excuses 'Cuses Ride - ride - ride See my - lose it, lose it Brodi finna find excuses Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it Brodi - brodi Brodi finna find excuses 'Cuses Ride - ride - ride See my - lose it, lose it I grew up in a place Where man blaze n popcorn Till they get hit then twist n turn like popcaan Niggas fly birds from the junction See em try slump one Oh what a bum bum I told karma We can Cha cha Cah bro bro got a strap by the car park You Warn take it darker? We can start off The family got more ties than Obama Wheels Reving we keep winning that's Sod's law Still smelling like teen spirit and Tom Ford Crack rocks in black socks you want more? Abs gone they clap shots that's encore You Warn peace? don't bother Cuz still doing ride outs in a OLA Wouldn't wanna be my man tech fleece stretched free if you see my man Everybody Get down Get low Blacked out Dress code 45 rounds Best know One sound coming through ur headphones Everybody Get down Get low Blacked out Dress code 45 rounds Best know Baby You ain't too young to get smoked Baby Brodi finna find excuses Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it Brodi - brodi Brodi finna find excuses 'Cuses Ride - ride - ride See my - lose it, lose it Brodi finna find excuses Then he gon' ride, see my mind gon' lose it Brodi - brodi Brodi finna find excuses 'Cuses Ride - ride - ride See my - lose it, lose it Wha di bomboclaat you know 'bout badness? I guess you'll never know We turn your life inna madness Cah yuh gwarn like your clever bro You live by the gun die by it Mi got my own don't try it Hold on Yo Proph, why you so quiet? Lord forgive me for my sins if I told you I was on the brink would you turn me to a murderer? Gotta pray on the trip baby there ain't no saints in the whip Just tuggas and murderers
Writer(s): Elliot Aubrey, Dwaine Zakrie Folkes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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