lirik lagu issbrokie – certified rapper people!
[intro: issbrokie]
(ayy, ayy)
i got a stick all up in my bell, yuh
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
ayy
aim at his hand, pop it with a beam
b~tch, i be getting karma, that’s the team, like ssj daki—
okay
[verse: issbrokie]
louis v on the [?]
louis v on my homies
give your main b~tch a nose bleed
my body be [?]
and my diamonds too went round my neck, they be soapy
i might f~ck on your b~tch and then crack open a soady
my b~lls on her face, that b~tch a goalie
i got one b~tch, just like obi
i’m dripped out in yellow and purple, like kobe
i sleep wit’ a glock, i don’t get lonely
that boy on my c~ck, bouncin’ below me
man, he just wanna beef, none of these rap dudes know me
man, you ain’t droppin’ heat i can see that for surely
young brokie be zootеd, i feel floaty
nukes in my music, dj smokey
i got one gat, two gat, three gat, four gats
i keep thеm hoes, like trophies
that boy get packed, coyote
shout~out to dillinger, we got new prada on
f~ck on yo’ b~tch, then i f~ck on yo’ mama~san
you rappers ain’t eatin’, lil’ b~tch, like ramadan
i f~ck a bad b~tch with no condom on
wake up in the morning, where has my shawty gone?
shout~out to dj smokey, i got him on
red eyes on me all the time, like sharingan
transphobe leave my home—, don’t got it on
lil b~tch, i’m a motherf~ckin’ legend
i’m in a gang, my name embedded
i ain’t finna say it to lames indebted
but. if you’s finna pay, do bank or credit
b~tch. you are a lame, don’t think i forget it
without me? yo’ ass ain’t respected
i’m in the sweep, just like the fresh prince
dillinger hop on this b~tch for a second
[verse: christ dillinger]
[?] just give me a second
fakes blowin’ my phone the first and the second
anything we do they gotta respect it
put my old b~tch on, she didn’t expect it
christ d and brokie, that’s unexpected
f~ck the beat raw, then go get tested
wake up in the morning, then go get blasted
put a bottle of henny in my casket
n~gga, i’m the plug, so who the h~ll i’ma call?
just to cocaine out, like rupaul
sounded dope, so fast, like, what the h~ll?
sippin’ so much drink, i stood up and i fell
trappin’ so hard, need microsoft to sell
count up all the way from an eighth to a bell
count up all the way to [?]
my ex be on my d~ck just like adelle’s
like, hold on, let’s get one thing straight
reachin’ my chain that’s gon’ get my irate
i could get half, quarter, a zip, or an eight
if you don’t pay me, get shot in the face
man’s over there, he don’t want me to stick
he gon’ shoot you if you movin’ too quick
by thursday night, i’ma need the money
not half the money, i mean the whole money
who got lyrics? think i need a thirty
had to switch plugs ’cause my face dirty
smokin’ in the crib, ain’t no mom’s bas~m~nt
jump off on the plug, and, now, he chasin’
and my grandma, i honestly put her in a nursing home
christ dillinger, i’m the new wavy bone
usa was created by caucasians
christ dillinger got money like caucasians
outside the bar, n~ggas stole my phone
got more drugs than post malone
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