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issbrokie - smfd! lyrics

[intro]
brokie, your music f+cking sucks
yeah, yeah
woah, woah
yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
yeah, b+tch
blah, blah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
tell that b+tch, “suck my f+ckin’ d+ck,” if he think i’m wack
her or him, got no f+cks to give, they don’t f+ck with that
okay, b+tch, okay, okay, b+tch
where the f+ck i’m at?
down in san fran’ wit’ my clique cruisin’ through the map, eugh

[verse]
jays on my feet, revenge on my tits
okay, b+tch, stay on repeat, stay on my sh+t
okay, b+tch, stage, i’ma sweep, stay up in the pit
hold up, b+tch, why they hate on me? drink my f+ckin’ p+ss
i+i+i took over yo’ b+tch, i+i took over yo’ set
i+i+i+i took over the state, i took over the net, okay (okay)
i just might steal home base, i+i just might take that check, huh, yuh
but i can’t sell my soul, why would i use that tech? ayy
why they think i’ma quit when i’m up, ho?
why they thinkin’ a diss get me stumped, bro?
you ain’t hungry enough for the ones, ho
i’m the type leave ya ass in a blunt, ho
all i do is serve pretty and c+nt, ho
all you do is serve sh+tty and b+tt, bro
why i pull up, you missin’? you duck, bro?
you ain’t been to my house, we ain’t blood, ho
i just keep you around for the fun, bro
havin’ nightmares back in the slums, ho
that’s that sh+t i’ma number one fo’
i can’t ever go back to no funds, bro
i was sick of the fish fillet lunch, ho
they ain’t f+ck wit’ me when it was crunch, bro
but they all wanna hang when i’m up, though
shut the f+ck up
rappers stuck up
talkin’ down like i ain’t on the come+up
i’m the type b+tch to bury a rapper
if they lookin’, he movin’, get dug up
i’m the type get yo’ next b+tch hung up
cute face and the fit look done up
give a f+ck ’bout a switch, i’ma run up
give a f+ck who it is, i’ma 1+up
[chorus]
go ahead and just tell that b+tch, “suck my f+ckin’ d+ck,” if he think i’m wack
her or him, got no f+cks to give, they don’t f+ck with that
okay, b+tch, okay, okay, b+tch
where the f+ck i’m at?
down in san fran’ wit’ my clique cruisin’ through the map, eugh
suck my— suck my f+ckin’ d+ck, if he think i’m wack
her or him, got no f+cks to give, they don’t f+ck with that
okay, b+tch, okay, okay, b+tch
where the f+ck i’m at?
down in san fran’ wit’ my clique cruisin’ through the map, eugh

- issbrokie lyrics

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