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Your brother

​[Intro] (Oh, you want me to meet your family?) (That’s cute, baby, really.) (But you might wanna check who I was with this morning.) (Icy... tap in) ​[Verse 1] Pulling out my chair, yeah, you acting real sweet Introducing your girl while we taking a seat. Your mama is smiling, your daddy is proud You holding my hand, talking way too loud. Then the door swings open, the room catches a chill Your older brother walks in, dressed dressed to kill. Rolex on his wrist, tailored suit fitting tight The exact same man who kept me up all night. You say, "This is my girl," he just gives me a nod But we both know who’s the king and who’s the fraud. ​[Chorus] Family dinner, yeah, we passing the wine But I already tasted the best in the bloodline. Bounce that ass, yeah, keeping it low Playing the good girl, putting on a show. Shake them tits, yeah, keeping a straight face While your big brother’s footprint is all over my place. You think you got the trophy, you thinking you won But I’m looking at the boss, and you just the son. ​[Verse 2] You bragging 'bout your job and the money you make While he owns the company and the whole estate. I’m cutting my steak, yeah, I’m sipping the glass While his hand is under the table, grabbing my ass. You pass me the salt, completely blind to the game Ignorant to the fact that he was screaming my name. He’s looking at my lips, remembering the taste While you’re talking 'bout the future, what a tragic waste. Go deep with the secret, keep the tension so thick I traded up the ladder, yeah, I did it real quick. I’m smiling at your mom, keeping everything cool While you sit across the table looking like a fool. ​[Bridge] (So nice to officially meet you...) (I love that cologne on you...) (It smells... familiar.) (Try not to stare, big bro.) (Your little brother is getting suspicious.) ​[Chorus] Family dinner, yeah, we passing the wine But I already tasted the best in the bloodline. Bounce that ass, yeah, keeping it low Playing the good girl, putting on a show. Shake them tits, yeah, keeping a straight face While your big brother’s footprint is all over my place. You think you got the trophy, you thinking you won But I’m looking at the boss, and you just the son. ​[Outro, spoken] (Yeah... dinner was lovely.) (We should do this again.) (Just maybe... not at my place.) (Icy...) (Keep it in the family, right?) [End]