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JID - Bruddanem (Lyrics) Feat. Lil Durk
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INTERPRÉTATION
JID
JID
Chant
Mustafa the Poet
Mustafa the Poet
Langue parlée
Christo
Christo
Programmation
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Chant
Tú
Programmation
Yuli
Yuli
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Destin Route
Destin Route
Paroles/Composition
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Paroles/Composition
Neal H. Pogue II
Neal H. Pogue II
Paroles/Composition
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Paroles/Composition
John Welch
John Welch
Paroles/Composition
Margaux Whitney
Margaux Whitney
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Seeff
Daniel Seeff
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tú
Production
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Production
Christo
Christo
Production
Yuli
Yuli
Production
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Ingénierie de prise de son
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Ingénierie de mixage
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
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Paroles

Mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm If you my nigga, you my nigga then Twin, thick or thin I was a kid when my brother went in Now he lil' brother to man Kinda like Pac in Above the Rim Couple Ms, cut a check, cut a film I got the Glock for my bruddanem I spin the block for my bruddanem I did a lot for my bruddanem You better watch for my bruddanem You gotta watch my bros I'm finna cop for my bruddanem You call the cops on my bruddanem You don't know, partner, them strugglin' That shit ain't nothin' 'bout nothin' And if my brother say, "Let's slide," well then, my sister slidin' too It ain't no slippin' on this side, I got my grip and found my groove And if they blitzin' on the squad, I swear to God it's bad for you When there's nothin' else they thought I would do My brothers ride through My brothers ride through (yeah, uh) My brothers ride through Uh, look, uh (shit) This for my brother, my hitter, my slugger My nigga, my jigga, my killer, my dog Here for the women, the women my niggas Most of them really be realer than y'all When I was little Remember we literally can't forget all the shit that we saw JaJa hit a nigga right in the jaw We ain't jumpin', we just lettin' 'em roll Every summer it was somebody dead and somebody scared, so nobody saw Buddy in jail and somebody called Collectin' the bail is somebody boss Laid off, hm, stay in the bed Hell nah, what the fuck you done did? All that stressin' takin' care of the kids (Give us somethin' that can take off the edge) From the minute I got in trouble Got a whippin' for nothin', that's somethin' my brother did I never snitch, I never done no sucker shit 'Cause he'll hush for me if it was him He'll bust for me if it was him So you know it's all toes ten When it come to my bruddanem I'll whirlwind, spin your block again (I got the Glock for my bruddanem) I spin the block for my bruddanem I did a lot for my bruddanem You better watch for my bruddanem You gotta watch my bros I'm finna cop for my bruddanem You call the cops on my bruddanem You don't know, partner, them strugglin' That shit ain't nothin' 'bout nothin' And if my brother say, "Let's slide," well then, my sister slidin' too It ain't no slippin' on this side, I got my grip and found my groove And if they blitzin' on the squad, I swear to God it's bad for you When there's nothin' else they thought I would do My brothers ride Ten millimeter, it's different My brother had gave me one of his switches My uncle be bitchin', they told me he snitchin', so when I grew up I was blessed in my distance (oh, oh) We slept by the window, bein' hungry a issue Power knocked out, slept close to a window My brother, my brother, sayin', "Mama, this real" What I be sayin', this shit is official I get rich, you get rich, I got rich, you rich now Fucked the opps up so bad, they tryna establish a sit-down But he can't sit, brrah! Buddy got hit, brraow! Trench baby, street nigga, real niggas, real killers, gravediggers Gang, gang, foenem block, all that shit really gang members Fake Percs, he don't got no more He said they feel like real painkillers My brother a shooter, my brother a killer Fuck politics, I'm with the same niggas My brother gon' slide, but two of my brothers had died Them was my main niggas, oh, oh These niggas, street niggas, type to never leave niggas Roll somethin', hold somethin', anything to disappear, nigga Neck-deep in this water like glistenin' to be seen, nigga I see you, I love you, do you feel it? We're still here, nigga God gave us a war And this sword can't be near niggas You reach for it, you reach for him You reach for these dreams, nigga Two wraps on this durag Two straps when we're out for dinner Take care of your skin, take care of your liver I won't let them in, I won't let you wither I won't let you
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Daniel Seeff, Durk D. Banks, Margaux Alexis Roselena Whitney, Destin Route, John Patrick Welsh, Neal H. Pogue Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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