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Issbrokie Smfd!

[Intro]
BROKIE, your music f..cking sucks
Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, bitch
Blah, blah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Tell that bitch, "Suck my f..ckin' dick," if he think I'm wack
Her or him, got no f..cks to give, they don't f..ck with that
Okay, bitch, okay, okay, bitch
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, bitch, stay on repeat, stay on my shit
Okay, bitch, stage, I'ma sweep, stay up in the pit
Hold up, bitch, why they hate on me? Drink my f..ckin' piss
I-I-I took over yo' bitch, 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 cunt, ho
All you do is serve shitty and butt, 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 shit 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 bitch to bury a rapper
If they lookin', he movin', get dug up
I'm the type get yo' next bitch 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 bitch, "Suck my f..ckin' dick," if he think I'm wack
Her or him, got no f..cks to give, they don't f..ck with that
Okay, bitch, okay, okay, bitch
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' dick, if he think I'm wack
Her or him, got no f..cks to give, they don't f..ck with that
Okay, bitch, okay, okay, bitch
Where the f..ck I'm at?
Down in San Fran' wit' my clique cruisin' through the map, eugh


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