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Ray Moon & TVGUCCI

Bruddas

49

Alternative Rap

Bruddas was released on August 9, 2024 by Abstract Music as a part of the album Bruddas - Single

Song Details

AlbumBruddas - Single

Release DateAugust 9, 2024

LabelAbstract Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ray Moon

Performer

TVGUCCI

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Rachel Johnson

Songwriter

Shawn Nugent

Songwriter

Lyrics

I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys

Lately thinking bout my brudda

No we not related we don’t share the same mother

Grew up out of poverty

We came straight out the gutter

when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover

And I still send flowers to your door

Know I see red know it’s time for war

And I still break down from that call

Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor

And when we was locked in that room we was poor

Trynna get some money turn a 2 into a 4

I wish I could wake up

Without thinking this is real

Some my **** locked up

And some of em in the field

Two my brother gon you know Im’a kill it

Every time I touch this mic you know I feel it

I just gotta go through life go through life without you

Wishing you was there I feel lost without you

I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys

Lately thinking bout my brudda

No we not related we don’t share the same mother

Grew up out of poverty

We came straight out the gutter

when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover

And I still send flowers to your door

Know I see red know it’s time for war

And I still break down from that call

Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor

Steady calling on your phone hoping you pick up

These diamonds on my chain got me thinking of ya

Pictures on my wall in the memory of ya

And I’ma go to war with this pain behind ya

They told me put these guns down and I couldn’t do it

I told these **** that they pussy if they isn’t prove it

Get back against the wall I promise only time I do it

I wish to God that I was dead when these **** shootin

I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys

Lately thinking bout my brudda

No we not related we don’t share the same mother

Grew up out of poverty

We came straight out the gutter

when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover

And I still send flowers to your door

Know I see red know it’s time for war

And I still break down from that call

Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor

This shit hurt so bad I wouldn’t wish it

Sometimes I wan talk other times I be distant

They said this a big city so I can fish it

Picking the wrong women you know I need healing

They say put the bottle down but baby I been feeling it

The only thing that made me feel so why would I get rid of it

I know my brudda see me right now I be shivering

And I’m catching chills from these bars I’m delivering

(I miss you)

I’ve been thinking ‘bout my boys

Lately thinking bout my brudda

No we not related we don’t share the same mother

Grew up out of poverty

We came straight out the gutter

when that bullet hit you I wish that you could recover

And I still send flowers to your door

Know I see red know it’s time for war

And I still break down from that call

Know I’m standing strong but sometimes I’m gon’ hit the floor

Written by: Rachel Johnson, Shawn Nugent

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