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issbrokie - duffy! كلمات أغنية

[intro: issbrokie]
(yeah, hey)
(woo_hoo)
(hey)
yeah (woo_hoo)

[chorus: issbrokie]
no bands in your duffy, i got bands rollin’ loud
kept bands in my cubby, back in school, i had pounds
y’all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds
i don’t wanna do yo’ diy, i like big crowns
they like, “brokie, why you hating on the f_ckin’ underground?”
all these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth
throwin’ shade, then they wonder why i never come around
hit a stain, b_tch, i promise i be dead before i’m found

[verse 1: issbrokie]
i met pink, got a pink glock, “d_nk”, that’s a dead opp
sink when his neck pop
blood up on a shirt, nice stink, get a fed popped
i get charlie kirk from your b_tch givin’ neck top
[?] od, [?]
gas finna get by, tracks finna get droppеd
“s_w_a_g,” on my head top
down to these knees, i hatе gettin’ wet, uh, what?
[verse 2: pinkblxxd & issbrokie]
ayy, ayy, ayy
remember back then, it was d_ck, you gotta paint
all my n_ggas rockin’ out, while we makin’ f_ckin’ dracs
i’m always thinkin’ ’bout the ass and never think about the face
i’m a p_ssy_ass lil n_gga, that’s ironic, but okay
got the ounce in my bag while i’m headed out to tampa
d_mn, i’m tellin’ on my myself, n_gga, i do not know the answer
yeah, me and brokie trollin’ n_ggas all the way to canada
yeah, these n_ggas call me monkey, but i do not want the banana (pink, what the f_ck?)
yeah, i’m a f_ckin’ cat, i’m a lord
n_gga, you don’t know my lore
but, i’m tappin’ in for sure
yeah, my n_gga zach is acting like he mack, he’s such a wh0re
yeah, you hatin’ on my ass, i got yo’ b_tch on all her fours, yeah
n_gga, i’m not fakemink, but i do it
yeah, this beat is f_cking crazy, shteppi got me f_ckin’ movin’
i got five bands in my duffy, n_gga, i’m a f_ckin’ nuisance
now i’m devastated ’cause i got the blood up on my truett’s
i apologize for bein’ f_ckin’ stupid
n_ggas talkin’ sh_t to me, but they don’t they f_ckin’ muted, d_mn
yeah, you tryna start that beef, b_tch i conclude it
i be all up in my room, lil n_gga, i be so secluded
why she stayin’ in my crib and she stay four footed
it was fun at first, but i’m not really seekin’ f_ckin’ cupid
i’m not dealin’ wit’ this b_tch, i’m callin’ brokie, get ’em booted
this my right_hand b_tch, every b_tch gon’ get excluded, yeah
ayy, ayy
[chorus: issbrokie]
no bands in your duffy, i got bands rollin’ loud
kept bands in my cubby, back in school, i had pounds
y’all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds
i don’t wanna do yo’ diy, i like big crowns
they like, “brokie, why you hating on the f_ckin’ underground?”
all these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth
throwin’ shade, then they wonder why i never come around
hit a stain, b_tch, i promise i be dead before i’m found (brokie)

- issbrokie

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