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"brokie" - ur bitch read my palms lmao! lyrics

ur b+tch read my palms lmao! lyrics
[intro]
yo girl, you collect rocks?
yah
what? you’re into astrology?
ahuh
you wanna read my palms? that’s crazy
yes
when you gon’ suck my d+ck tho? you dumb b+tch
oh, i don’t know..

[verse]
ayy, she suck on my d+ck while i listen to vaporware
my ass is too fat, yo’ sh+t look like a paperweight
i’m walkin’ outside, it’s a beautiful day today
got a clock on my chain, now i feel like i’m flavor flav
these rappers f+ggots they belong in g+y parades
i’m sippin’ on wocky it’s tastin’ like gatorade
she don’t want the facial but i’ma still spray her face
i’m stackin’ out bread, that sh+t look like a layer cake
i got a scope on my eye, that’s a monocle
yo’ b+tch thowin’ back, she look like a bionical
she got no ass but that p+ssy got folecules
i’m chillin’ in narnia call that sh+t chronicle
i just robbed a plug, now i’m yellin’ out barnacles
i just f+cked a leprechaun then stole his pot of gold
i beat up the p+ssy and turn it to particles
i murder the p+ssy, they put me in articles
bad b+tches follow me, yellin’ like pyson
they beat on my d+ck, now they look like mike tyson
yo’ p+ssy so wet, got me throwin’ some rice in
i’m broke but i don’t give a f+ck about prices
i f+ck on yo’ dad and yo’ momma [?] it
hold up, bob frxst, please let me write this
a lesbian want me, she don’t even want d+ck
i’m smokin’ on zos, i got me feelin’ righteous
every beat i touch is gold like i’m midus
if we beefin’ then you know i’m gon’ knife him
when it comes to tracks you know that i’m nicest
everything i drop explodin’ like isis
yo’ b+tch on my belt, seeing stars like a [?]
i f+ck up the beat that’s without even tryin’
i have so many hoes, i ain’t even lyin’
she savin’ my privates like brokie what’s ryin’
like brokie what’s ryin’ i feel like garcia
these b+tches can’t see me i feel like john cena
i’m laughin’ and gigglin’ look like crystal lia
all of my haters don’t be a
yuh, i feel like freeza
lazer a rapper in my competition, no, you can’t keep up
these rappers quea
i’m f+ckin’ medea
how can you talk, when you whippin’ a kia
th+th+that sh+t is pitiful
shoutout to dotflow, my crew be so pivotal
shoutout to karma mob, we so original
everything i’m writin’ don’t soundin’ biblical
sike, i’m not rattin’ i’m nice with the lyrical
would it be g+y if i rhyme that with miracle? (yes)
don’t give a f+ck, i’m a spiritual lyrical miracle
why you want beef? i ain’t fearin’ you
i got ask all my chiefs, [?]
(issbrokie)
[outro]
that sh+t was so g+y bro

- brokie lyrics

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