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karmamøb - a-cup freestyle! lyrics

(intro: issbrokie, buckx2)
the homie jen sent me a beat, for me to rap on (yeah no sh+t)
come on buck! yeah, come on buck
you thought i wasn’t gonna rap on it?
hahaha, that was not f+cking funny (oh, brother that sh+t was trash)
comedy is not my forte (oh my god)
i’m just gonna f+cking rap (shut up, no one wants to hear you talk)
jesus christ, that was bad, okay (shut up, oh my god)
ahem

(chorus)
exotic make the spliff look like dave blunts
leave a rapper tied up like some sp+ce buns
give a f+ck where you at, where you came from
you ain’t out rapping the shawty with the a+cups
matter fact, dont say nun (say nun)
i been mixing up the pills with the fake ones
your b+tch gonna make another brokie in like 8 months
shawty wanna marry me, ain’t took her
on date once

(verse 1)
d+mn
thats tough, i’d be mad too
he can pull up with his beef, b+tch im fast food
big choppa, got em looking like mac do
he got punched out, leave him sleep till it’s past noon
choppa loud like a dad yelling achoo (achoo)
beef with me you got your dad yelling at you
said im trash? lil homie i should smack you
there’s certain words you just can’t call me like a black dude
(verse 2)
bass sounding like we stepping in with tims
talk sh+t, i’ll put some green atop your head just like the sims
you in the studio, but it sound like [?]
razor thin how i like my cocaina with some gin (on god!)
[?], waist slim, [?]
feature with me cause a couple of your limbs
you a dork, not him
i’m her, you a wimp
that ain’t even rhyme, just said that on a whim
already know y’all are bots, i don’t need to ‘peat (y’all are dumb)
they say the way im dropping music, i don’t need to sleep (i don’t)
i got hoes tryna hit it, i won’t even meet (on god)
she tryna spin up on my d+ck like a dvd (on god)
freaky mcs, most y’all rappers be like edp (on god)
beating me? hoping you can see me with the bbc (on god)
z+z+z, sleeping on your rappers, i’ma leave ‘em be (on god)
really b+r+o+k+i+e, who [?] (on god)

(chorus)
exotic make the spliff look like dave blunts
leave a rapper tied up like some sp+ce buns
give a f+ck where you at, where you came from
you ain’t out rapping the shawty with the a+cups
matter fact, dont say nun (yeah)
i been mixing up the pills with the fake ones
your b+tch gonna make another brokie in like 8 months
shawty wanna marry me, ain’t took her
on date once
(outro)
d+mn
issbrokie
b+tch, (b+tch!)
yuh (yeah!)

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