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issbrokie - 17 dollar visa giftcard! lyrics

[intro: issbrokie]
(fony was here)
(yanabu, you goin’ crazy, n+gga)
yeah, shout+out fony wallace and yanabu
i like y’all’s beats, please send me some
i’m high as sh+t right now

[verse 1: issbrokie & l.a.c]
i’ma smoke your family in a bowl, in a whole pack
i’m gladly movin’ on, still not chillin’ like a house rat
two b+lls deep, and i don’t think i can go back
’cause, b+tch, i sweep, and you know that i got that
urgh, i cannot get f+cked up
scream ’til the sun is up
all+all you f+ckin’ b+tches say you got it, you ain’t showin’ up
hoppers in my pocket ’cause these f+ckers think i’m frozen
motherf+ckers freaked out, b+tch, where’s yo’ patience?

[bridge: issbrokie]
uh, where’s yo’ patience? b+tch, where’s yo’ patience?
bad+bad+bad+bad b+tch brokie, fat ass with the a+cuffs
bit+bit+bit+b+tch, i put the clip in the mac, then i raced, um
b+tch, i—, b+tch, i got a stick, it’s a gat, i’ll erase ’em
i+i+i got beats cooked, f+ck that other sh+t i said

[verse 2: issbrokie & l.a.c]
i just f+cked his main b+tch, now his mother ’boutta give me head
i just f+cked his mother, now his father ’boutta give me s+x
i know why these other rappers be mad that i’m gettin’ checks
(gettin’ checks) yeah, got ’em
if i—, if i see that f+ckboy on the street, i’ma rob ’em
i+i+i don’t give a f+ck, boy, if i see ’em, i’ma sock ’em
b+tch, i look like my name lee the way my ass finna rock ’em
(it’s your turn, l.a.c)
got+got+got up off the couch just to spit another four+bar
i+i don’t need your petty motivation just to go hard
d+ck+d+ck all up in yo’ b+tch neck like a blow dart
i got that iron giant on my hip like i’m hogarth
ayy, i got tons of motherf+ckers that really don’t like me
i be chillin’ in a orange ski mask and a white tee
got yo’ b+tch all over my d+ck, think she like me
l.a.c spittin’ all these bars from the psyche
[outro: l.a.c]
b+tch, ah—

- issbrokie lyrics

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