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issbrokie - 1 million bitches! lyrics

[intro]
i double+s b+r+o+k+i+e, n+gga (yeah, yeah)
that’s right, do yo f+ckin’ homework (yeah, yeah)
quit [?] fit, head+to+toe balenci’, louis, gucci
you can’t get this anywhere else
swaggot

[verse]
yo ho on me to kiss my cheek
two hoes on me to kiss my feet
three hoes i dated tried to cheat
now it’s four hoes on me to suck my meat
five hoes wit’ me, was tryna beat
nah, six hoes more than i’m tryna keep
seven hoes, p+ssy on seven seas
i got eight hoes wantin’ me stomach deep
nine hoes, sh+t finna make me geek
ten hoes makin’ my morals weak
eleven hoes on me gon’ make me tweak
i got twelve hoes f+ck me throughout my week
thirteen hoes i got in these streets
then it’s fourteen countin’ my human seat
fifteen drinkin’ my human seed
i got sixteen b+tches, i’m too elite
seventeen, barely inside the sheets
eighteen, the age that they gotta be
nineteen on me, now i can’t sleep
i got twenty by twenty, that’s how i see
twenty+one b+tches on hennessy
i got twenty+two b+tches want ride on me
twenty+three b+tches want bite on me
i got twenty+four like kobe bryant be
twenty+five, twenty+six, seven, eight
twenty+nine b+tches want me on a date
thirty new p+ssies up on my plate
i got thirty+one b+tches i can’t escape
thirty+two on me, they goin’ ape
i got thirty+three fightin’ like mma
you don’t got b+tches fighting to have yo name
i got thirty+four reasons we not the same (swaggot!)
thirty+five want me to f+ck
thirty+six want me to lay on my back for the suck
seven, eight, nine, fourty hoes at a time
f+ck it, i’ll make this sh+t fourty+one
fourty+two b+tches want me to give them a lil’ daughter
fourty+three want gimme a son
fourty+four b+tches is waiting a couple of months
fourty+five, this sh+t already done
fourty+six b+tches tell me they in love
fourty+seven of them just want make a b+tch cum
fourty+eight, fourty+nine, fifty, fifty+one, fifty+two bullets in the drum
fifty+three b+tches in love wit’ my gun
fifty+four b+tches, we halfway done
fifty+five hoes on my line tryna call on the time
girl, i can’t right now, is you dumb?
fifty+six dollars i need for a brand new whip
fifty+seven, same day get it done
fifty+eight, fifty+nine, sixty, sixty+one, sixty+two, sixty+three, want bust
six four, she a hunk
six+five wanna eat my meat for they lunch
sixty+six, six+seven, six+eight, six+nine, how they spun
seventy, got a g seven inches deep
oldest b+tch was seventy+one
seven+two, seventy+three, four, five, six, seven, eight callin’ me hun
seventy+nine wanna f+ck on rewind, i said okay
we turnt that b+tch to a rerun
eighty want get on they knees like a nun
eighty+one chains, they as bright as the sun
eighty+two b+tches i’m guttin’
eighty+three b+tches, they waitin’ in line, some cuttin’
eighty+four, eighty+five, eighty+six, eighty+seven b+tches, f+ck it
eighty+nine, ninety, ninety+one, ninety+two b+tches on they knees tryna suck it
ninety+three hoes average, i’m shootin’ my shot like i’m steph curry wit’ the buckets
ninety+four, ninety+five, ninety+six, ninety+seven, ninety+eight, would be buggin’
ninety+nine hoes that i ain’t lovin’
it’s one ho if i kept it a hunnid, b+tch (issbrokie)
[outro]
[?] alien hoes
you gotta grind to get like this
hold up, hold up, hold up, run it back
[?] lover, your girlfriend hates her
mama, you raised a swaggot

- issbrokie lyrics

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