“brokie” – ur bitch read my palms lmao! كلمات اغاني
ur b_tch read my palms lmao! lyrics
[intro]
yo girl, you collect rocks?
yah
what? you’re into astrology?
ahuh
you wanna read my palms? that’s crazy
yes
when you gon’ suck my d_ck tho? you dumb b_tch
oh, i don’t know..
[verse]
ayy, she suck on my d_ck while i listen to vaporware
my ass is too fat, yo’ sh_t look like a paperweight
i’m walkin’ outside, it’s a beautiful day today
got a clock on my chain, now i feel like i’m flavor flav
these rappers f_ggots they belong in g_y parades
i’m sippin’ on wocky it’s tastin’ like gatorade
she don’t want the facial but i’ma still spray her face
i’m stackin’ out bread, that sh_t look like a layer cake
i got a scope on my eye, that’s a monocle
yo’ b_tch thowin’ back, she look like a bionical
she got no ass but that p_ssy got folecules
i’m chillin’ in narnia call that sh_t chronicle
i just robbed a plug, now i’m yellin’ out barnacles
i just f_cked a leprechaun then stole his pot of gold
i beat up the p_ssy and turn it to particles
i murder the p_ssy, they put me in articles
bad b_tches follow me, yellin’ like pyson
they beat on my d_ck, now they look like mike tyson
yo’ p_ssy so wet, got me throwin’ some rice in
i’m broke but i don’t give a f_ck about prices
i f_ck on yo’ dad and yo’ momma [?] it
hold up, bob frxst, please let me write this
a lesbian want me, she don’t even want d_ck
i’m smokin’ on zos, i got me feelin’ righteous
every beat i touch is gold like i’m midus
if we beefin’ then you know i’m gon’ knife him
when it comes to tracks you know that i’m nicest
everything i drop explodin’ like isis
yo’ b_tch on my belt, seeing stars like a [?]
i f_ck up the beat that’s without even tryin’
i have so many hoes, i ain’t even lyin’
she savin’ my privates like brokie what’s ryin’
like brokie what’s ryin’ i feel like garcia
these b_tches can’t see me i feel like john cena
i’m laughin’ and gigglin’ look like crystal lia
all of my haters don’t be a
yuh, i feel like freeza
lazer a rapper in my competition, no, you can’t keep up
these rappers quea
i’m f_ckin’ medea
how can you talk, when you whippin’ a kia
th_th_that sh_t is pitiful
shoutout to dotflow, my crew be so pivotal
shoutout to karma mob, we so original
everything i’m writin’ don’t soundin’ biblical
sike, i’m not rattin’ i’m nice with the lyrical
would it be g_y if i rhyme that with miracle? (yes)
don’t give a f_ck, i’m a spiritual lyrical miracle
why you want beef? i ain’t fearin’ you
i got ask all my chiefs, [?]
(issbrokie)
[outro]
that sh_t was so g_y bro
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