Fat Trel - BRRRR lyrics

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Ft. Wale & Rick Ross

(Intro: The Lovelites -This Love Is Real)

My love is true My love is true My love is true

~~~~~~~ Rick Ross ~~~~~~~

They know I run the game there

Nobody did it like me

Lucia know I run the game

Stunna gave me the keys

Puff gave me the keys, my nigga

I want that ole' money, nigga

(Hook)

Self made so respect the hustle

Made a hundred million did it off the muscle

Walking Def Jam bitches think I'm russell

Pull up on ya (**BRRRR**) fuck a tussle

My whole squad be on that kill shit

My whole squad be on that real shit

Pull up on ya (**BRRRR**) full clip

My whole squad be on that kill shit

(Verse: Wale)

Hey, boy a blood, b-boy a blood!

Niggas show ya pistols before they could show ya luv

Miss me with that dissing that issue can get resolved

Double M that been my clique and Ambition ain't just a song

Live from the [?], give them bitches new life and then I fuck 'em to death

Not jail this ain't a test, every move's a precise and I'm writing finesse

Mad at everyone one of ya , be a 100 or nothing

Ya niggas suck with the syllables, I'm the one with that number two

Rumble ya (**pew pew**) stomach shot (**pew pew**) done wit ya, not right now

Sum' of ya niggas out but don't let the hungry ones humble ya

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Fat Trel)

It's no secrets that ya niggas look like police

A couple figures for every killa, my home streets

Plane landed in Miami I'm the youngest brotha

A fat, ugly muthafucka smoking burning rubber

Police see us they say they need us, but can't touch us

They want to be us it's clear to see, it need no discussion

I'm pill popping, I'm asking Ricky which one ya fucking?

My plane coming so show me sumething, I'm fucking rushing

A couple killas say they the realest they really wasn't

I'm from the city of raffle, baby we really pumping

Wayne Perry them bodies dropping we really dumping

Neva running that money counting gon' keep us coming

(Hook)