Lyrics Lil brother – Chris Brown
Lil brother lyrics
Yesterday my lil brother caught a murder case
Had to he didn t wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20 told him get out my face
He said you dead boy too late to pray boy
Shot bullet holes through his sphere God
Send him up like here God
Smear bloody tears drip like .. sippin Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss life in jail that s time off
This right here that mob talk run it here
Bye dawg
30 clip thats a dick you get fucked with it
Throw away after you use it swimming with the fishes
Don t tell yo bid ness go on missions and don t leave no witness (no)
All these bitches turn to snitches coppas come and get cha (ooh)
Boy them bullets hot shoot you on the drop you and yo thot
Smoking dread lots headshot got that red dot
A million for my watch said you got it? Bitch I think not
Hop up at your spot all these goons don t get scared now
Fuck about a opp bitch I m everywhere
If the niggas get to shooting you gon run and tell
Ima catch a body before a nigga get mine
Just because you pussy watch a nigga get time
We .. really switch sides
Running from a .. gotta get mine
He did anything just to get on
I ma tell his momma he ain t coming home
Yesterday my lil brother caught a murder case
Had to he didn t wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20 told him get out my face
He said you dead boy too late to pray boy
Shot bullet holes through his sphere God
Send him up like here God
Smear bloody tears drip like .. sippin Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss life in jail that s time off
This right here that mob talk run it here
Bye dawg
Killas at yo crib drinkin coffee like they work late (sit on em)
Tryna squash it niggas shouldn t have played with me in the first place (fuck y all niggas)
I ma make yo death day
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Nigga fuck yo birthday
Kill that pussy bitch and shoot anyone who got his shirt made
I be solo when I ride (I m bout to go get on these niggas)
Not shooting from a distance ima run up catch these shots (baw baw baw baw)
.. with no kick niggas die
Spray the crowd hollows ain t got names they just flyin
I be in the shooter with my hunters 50 in my ruger
Put a new drum on my glizzy now that bitch sound like a uzi
Shoot yo momma house now move her
Pulled a mission out this Uber
Me and lil bro caught a body ain t get caught so we ain t do it hol up
The opps on Instagram live let s go flip a nigga crib inside out (them niggas live)
These bullets go through bricks I shake yo hand you make it out (you cold)
2 clips taped together it look like it s ups down
Yesterday my lil brother caught a murder case
Had to he didn t wanna throw his life away
Judge hit him with 20 told him get out my face
He said you dead boy too late to pray boy
Shot bullet holes through his sphere God
Send him up like here God
Smear bloody tears drip like .. sippin Smirnoff
Life of a crime boss life in jail that s time off
This right here that mob talk run it here
Bye dawggg