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letra de rock out - brokeasf

[chorus]
rock out, pop out
how you want smoke with some real d-mn dropouts (b-tch)
bag on his head they gon’ see him when they hop out
we rock out, f-ck n-gga play he get knocked out
crocked out, body in the frame in the coffin
rest up to a f-ck n-gga who walk in
we got big boy sticks in this b-tch tryna send one
oh you talkin’ ’bout blocks, get a chopper we gon’ spin one
money gon’ get sum
doubles gon’ bl!ck sum
hit right in the head he was flexin’ with a big pump
big boy steppa check the news it’ll show you
lying n-gga die, tried to cap to a pro too
your b-tch got clapped try to dap i don’t know you
know you dumber than a b-tch, guarantee i’m a blow you

[interlude]
yeah i got shot, but i got up
he stayed on the floor, bullet holes, he was shot up

[verse]
better stay out my face with that f-ck sh-t
pop out and bust sh-t
big boy power don’t wanna be f-cked with
f-ck all this money that sh-t bringing fake love
you ain’t really got packs you a big boy fake plug
sell his ass fake drugs
then cut him up like that b-tch was a taper
f-ck n-gga straight up
i got my cake up
b-tch go get your weight up or you gettin’ ate up
[verse]
b-tch got a whole lotta money in this b-tch like a banker
dumb b-tch at the mailbox shot him in a tank top
big glocks over here and them clothes that you can’t rock
big pole with a drum yeah them poles that you can’t pop
i keep f-ckin’ that hoe try to chill but i can’t stop
f-ckin with my brother or my sister get your face clocked
i got bullets in my skin, blood in my eyes
know them f-ck n-ggas mad because they thought i had died
he a pressure, a steppa he falling he pressured
got a lil hoe done special but she ain’t too extra
now that hoe suck on this d-ck, he was next to her but i had to touch on his b-tch
you a big boy b-tch

lemme pull up your background
hit her with the smackdown
then im coming back round
heard he got jacked he a cat with no sack now
stood up and them f-ck n-ggas had sat down
parole on my d-ck d-mn right i got racks now
groupie ass b-tch had to f-ck her with her face down
stick it up b-tch better give it up right now
pipe down, ‘fore i knock a f-ck n-gga lights out
pipe that, dite thot
make a n-gga strike out
say you wanna die b-tch put it on the right god
hating ass n-gga out of town on my d-ck
f-cked around sent a opp he was found on his d-ck
[hook]
rock out, pop out
how you want smoke with some real d-mn dropouts (b-tch)
bag on his head they gon’ see him when they hop out
we rock out, f-ck n-gga play he get knocked out
crocked out, body in the frame in the coffin
rest up to a f-ck n-gga who walk in
we got big boy sticks in this b-tch tryna send one
oh you talkin’ ’bout blocks, get a chopper we gon’ spin one

- brokeasf

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