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issbrokie - up there! lyrics

[intro]
u—u+u+u+

[pre+chorus]
why they count a b+tch out? (why they count a b+tch out?)
tryna dumb a b+tch down (tryna dumb a b+tch down)
tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound)
say i shouldn’t be proud (say i shouldn’t be proud)
b+tch, i’m finna get loud (i’m finna get loud)
gotta pound them, b+tch, bounce (pound them, b+tch, bounce)
finna walk a b+tch out (finna walk a b+tch out)
finna walk a b+tch down (yeah)

[chorus]
lil’ b+tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two+tone, caddy with my name on the front, b+tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b+tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f+ck fame, f+ck number one
b+tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, you ain’t rеally want none

[verse]
when i’m up therе, up there, i let it burp, boy
old town, philly, anywhere i let it spurt, boy
g+walkin’ b+tch, two+steppin’ out a bart, boy
you ain’t get caught from me tryna make my art, boy
ugh, get your own bag, get a start, boy
i don’t know sh+t, but my music in the fur, boy
i was in the town sellin’ fake cars, boy
you ain’t done sh+t past sellin’ fake carts, boy
hot b+tch, hot steak, got wrist, got cake
hater hoes lockin’ in the pratt state, b+tch, what?
load him up like the f+ckin’ guy
spray locked in all day, on the go, get paid, b+tch, what?
b+tch, couldn’t walk a block in my j’s
walk a flock, i replayin’ these beats by jay, b+tch, what?
i ain’t social with these twitter ass gays
with the way i hate f+ggots, people think that b+tch straight, b+tch, yeah
[pre+chorus]
why they count a b+tch out? (why they count a b+tch out?)
tryna dumb a b+tch down (tryna dumb a b+tch down)
tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound)
say i shouldn’t be proud (say i shouldn’t be proud)
b+tch, i’m finna get loud (b+tch, i’m finna get loud)
gotta pound them, b+tch, bounce (gotta pound them, b+tch, bounce)
finna walk a b+tch out (finna walk a b+tch out)
finna walk a b+tch down (finna walk a b+tch down)

[chorus]
yeah, lil’ b+tch who— b+tch who— b+tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two+tone, caddy with my name on the front, b+tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b+tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f+ck fame, f+ck number one
b+tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, i’m a momma, you ain’t really one
b+tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two+tone, caddy with my name on the front, b+tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b+tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f+ck fame, f+ck number one
b+tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, you ain’t really want none
when i’m up—

- issbrokie lyrics

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