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issbrokie - 5'11 lyrics

[intro]
brokie, your music f+cking sucks

[verse 1]
i’m that 5’11 b+tch, make yo’ main chick insecure
hit you with a verse if that d+mn feeling immature
rappers don’t like me, then tell they ass to get it first
i bet it burn, i’m the type to make you get insured
all around cali’, right now i’m in the ‘burbs
i been ’round the places where i’m welcome or they call me slurs
you get pursuit if you assume or sued you’ve had it worse
get it, sir, if you got a problem turn you to some merch

[verse 2]
sativa got me uppity, shawty got a d+ck, but the b+tches all f+ck with me
most the time girly, but i still got some bruh in me
nah i ain’t crippin’, but i still got some cuh in me
too many people that i knew is still f+ck with me
then made a couple g+ngb+ngers knew not to f+ck with me
old dad had me with the blues, living luxury
mama in the hood, but she still got the custody
bad b+tch, runnin’ from the blues, know i get away
cookin’ for myself, good food, do it to this day
real talk, nothing else to lose, i say “f+ck it, great”
nah i’m not, runnin’ from the blue, that’s what i get paid
shoutout couch, he done helped me cope through all my older ways
alright, kendrick blastin’ bluetooth on my grave
shoutout k+møb, that’s the crew, put it on the gauge
shawty thick, she like
yeah
[verse 3]
uh, shawty thick, she like getting used, put it on my face
i don’t mean the coochie, girl, the d+ck got me bendin’ cake
pockets fat, three big green super mega frames
i don’t carry cash, that’s for people, i am not a bank
f+ck that ghetto sh+t, i been past that
got the last laugh when i started makin’ mad cash
ass fat, b+tch blowin’ up like, mmm, nah
that bar was lazy tbh, my man the [?]
like he the bomb, but he also got a mad stash
a fat stash, probably bigger than his last ass
a crackjack’s been doin’ it since the crack o’ jack
(i don’t even know what that means)

[bridge]
look
i slap tracks, i do this sh+t almost back to back
i ain’t the cracker that been cornballin’ rappin’ facts
i’m in the masterclass, a rapper that be actin’ fast
i’m never lackin’, b+tch i— b+tch i—

[outro]
i’m that 5’11 b+tch, make yo’ main chick insecure
hit you with a verse if that d+mn feeling immature
rappers don’t like me, then tell they ass to get it first
i bet it burn, i’m the type to make you get insured
all around cali’, right now i’m in the ‘burbs
i been ’round the places where i’m welcome or they call me slurs
you get pursuit if you assume or sued you’ve had it worse
get it, sir, if you got a problem turn you to some merch
or turn you to a verse
b+tch
(is+issbro+o+o+o+o—)

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