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letra de my year - broke boii

[chorus]
take off the wrist, i can buy a whole business
take off the ricks, start kicking my pimping
take off the fit, i could buy a honda civic
take out the b-tch, tell her mind her business
i’m putting diamonds on these bad ass b-tches (church)
take out the clip and put on the switch
it’s taming all these wild ass n-ggas
this is my year, switching my gear
forgiato wheels, came from facing my fears
look at my ears, can’t even hear
b-tch seen diamonds, started looking like a deer
hi-tech, hi-tech, sip it like beer
hi-tech, hi-tech, we don’t do cheers
high class hoes f-cking my peers
get mad and pour, pour up my tears

[verse 1]
mean mugging, still walking ’round in somе dior
three hundred, i just spent dat on some prе=rolls
thirty-six b-tches, i look like a kilo
shout out my migos and shout out my people who shooting like free throws
and ducking the rico
oh, shout out the freak hoes (yeah)
emilio pucci bikini, it’s boosting her ego
shoot out the peephole
bust it down, bust it down
she want me to bust her down
i’m getting work in another town
we got this sh-t out the mud
yeah, i can’t even cap, we came up off each other’s pounds
and we made a hundred thou’
from ducking the cases to all these blue faces
now we ’bout to bust ’em down (we ’bout to bust ’em down)
[chorus]
take off the wrist, i can buy a whole business
take off the ricks, start kicking my pimping
take off the fit, i could buy a honda civic
take out the b-tch, tell her mind her business
i’m putting diamonds on these bad ass b-tches (church)
take out the clip and put on the switch
it’s taming all these wild ass n-ggas
this is my year, switching my gear
forgiato wheels, came from facing my fears
look at my ears, can’t even hear
b-tch seen diamonds, started looking like a deer
hi-tech, hi-tech, sip it like beer
hi-tech, hi-tech, we don’t do cheers
high class hoes f-cking my peers
get mad and pour, pour up my tears

[verse 2]
pouring my pain, putting on my gang
with a bad ass b-tch putting on my chains
zaza smoke, gas like propane
your ho broke, ain’t got no name
we don’t give no f-ck ’bout fame, give a f-ck ’bout a lame
i’ll up this b-tch, gon’ aim
don’t really give a f-ck where you from
n-gga yelled out gang and all he heard was “bang”
drop a five and put ten on it
bout a rolls and put tint on it
on the dice with your rent on it
do you know how much i spent on it?
hit from the back, if it’s dry, i’ma spit on it (yeah)
your lil’ b-tch call me big homie
and i knew he was p-ssy
it wasn’t hard to get him, we just put a b-tch on him (yeah)

- broke boii

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