Lyrics to Febreze Brothers
Ayy, why they hit the gym hardest when they heartbroke?
I know that the opps close, rest in peace to Pop Smoke, uh (R.I.P.)
5-0 come, info, I don't divulge
Model X self drive, movin' with my eyes closed (Skrrt)
Indoors, Arc'teryx like I'm outdoors
Neighbors like, "Oh, wow, the new neighbor's house poor"
Quick, take a flick, I just got the 'fit off
Caribou, need another pair like Rick Ross
Yeah, need a table for my gentlemen, ten at minimum, nah mean?
Need the churros with the coffee and the cinnamon, nah mean?
If he vacay out in Thailand, gotta get rid of him, nah mean?
In the H-Town, we a big deal, I mean bigger than Yao Ming
Febreze brothers, ooh, fresher than a mother—
The kids see ghosts like Cudder
And we dropped another one, what a summer
I just woke up, fresh out the Ziploc
All this flavor, need a big clock
No more neighbors, got a big dot
How big? Real big, bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip—
What's bigger than
Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?
I know you're on your phone all day
Got a reputation for goin' on vacation
In a Spanish villa, but the menu Asian
I gotta recharge, electric relaxation
And I'm talkin' wild like I'm Garrett Patten, okay
Are you okay? Are you okay? (Okay) Are you okay?
I know you're on your phone all day (Okay)
And I keep my boys paid, Nick Saban (Okay)
R.I.P. Clark Kent, God's favorite
Woke up, fresh out the Ziploc
All this flavor, need a big clock
No more neighbors, got a big dot
How big? Real big, bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip—
What's bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip—
What's bigger than
There's nothing left, oh
And don't get upset, oh, 'cause
I don't have no regrets with you
Except, baby, what's left of all this
Are you okay?
I know that the opps close, rest in peace to Pop Smoke, uh (R.I.P.)
5-0 come, info, I don't divulge
Model X self drive, movin' with my eyes closed (Skrrt)
Indoors, Arc'teryx like I'm outdoors
Neighbors like, "Oh, wow, the new neighbor's house poor"
Quick, take a flick, I just got the 'fit off
Caribou, need another pair like Rick Ross
Yeah, need a table for my gentlemen, ten at minimum, nah mean?
Need the churros with the coffee and the cinnamon, nah mean?
If he vacay out in Thailand, gotta get rid of him, nah mean?
In the H-Town, we a big deal, I mean bigger than Yao Ming
Febreze brothers, ooh, fresher than a mother—
The kids see ghosts like Cudder
And we dropped another one, what a summer
I just woke up, fresh out the Ziploc
All this flavor, need a big clock
No more neighbors, got a big dot
How big? Real big, bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip—
What's bigger than
Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?
I know you're on your phone all day
Got a reputation for goin' on vacation
In a Spanish villa, but the menu Asian
I gotta recharge, electric relaxation
And I'm talkin' wild like I'm Garrett Patten, okay
Are you okay? Are you okay? (Okay) Are you okay?
I know you're on your phone all day (Okay)
And I keep my boys paid, Nick Saban (Okay)
R.I.P. Clark Kent, God's favorite
Woke up, fresh out the Ziploc
All this flavor, need a big clock
No more neighbors, got a big dot
How big? Real big, bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip—
What's bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip—
What's bigger than
There's nothing left, oh
And don't get upset, oh, 'cause
I don't have no regrets with you
Except, baby, what's left of all this
Are you okay?
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