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letra de blood bank! - "brokie"

[intro: issbrokie & brokie’s mother]
ayy, mom say something about the beginning of this song
what do you want me to say?
anything
anything
okay
shoutout to mom
(i don’t produce)
i’ve been working too hard recently
i just gotta make some dumb sh-t
with alotta bass, like that
yeah (brokie, give me some f-cking socks)
hey, hey, huh

[verse: issbrokie]
how can these rappers be stealing my flows
then be stealing my jokes, don’t louis ck
how can these rappers be doing the most, tryna get me to go
like b-tch, go away
b-tch it’s yung brokie, got heat like a stove
if you need me, i’ll be [?]
rollin’ in smokin’ that sh-t [?] a b-tch in a booth
i don’t know what to say, i carry heat in my race pen
i put the heat to his dome like a face tan
p-ssy talk sh-t, he won’t turn on his facecam
he know i spit with a stick like a cave man
he know i’m smokin’ on d-ck like a k man
i stay in the city, i’m out ’cause of mayhem
i’m beating my chest like i’m mof-ckin’ ape, man
i stay blowin’ up til’ i’m feeling like [?]
i’m f-ckin’ a b-tch named “uzaki” she like my versache
designer on my body, i stay with a rocket
then sleep on her knockers ’cause head on her ass
then i’m bouncin’ off of it
i’m bouncin’ up on him, my phone in a [?]
and i hop in a booth and you know i’m hip-hopin’
they talk about genres, i’m talkin’ like bunny
like kirby2cool, that b-tch callin’ me “bunny”
that sh-t is too funny, you rappin’ and still get no money
i keep me a glock, have a b-tch tryna run that
keep me an opp at the back of my truck
i ain’t playin’, i might pull up with the truck, i might shoot at his [?]
i’ma keep it a hundred, i keep me a thot, and i keep me a sl-t
that boy talkin’ sh-t [?]
f-ck with us, come [?] our sh-t but you know that you under us
b-tch, it’s yung brokie has money, i’m stackin’
none of these rappers be up in my [?]
some of these rappers talk like they be bout it
all of these rappers is actin’ like f-ggots
if you talkin’ sh-t, then we get to the pack
and i’m f-ckin’ his mom, while takin’ her back in
i head to our block for a minute, i’m back in
f-ckin’ her back, i’ma make me some rap sh-t
[interlude]
literally, i just wanna make some rap sh-t

[verse 2]
b-bad b-tch, wearing my d-ck like a choker
that jewish b-tch suckin’ my d-ck, she don’t care if it’s [?]
ex b-tch wanted some closure, i gave her some closure
she hit me up, nah, i just ghost her
b-tch, i want smoke like a stoner
shoutout to that f-ggot boy [?]
he wantin’ that clout now
comin’ off dumb like a clown now
i tell that f-ggot ass b-tch, with a pow down

[outro]
i’m cleaning, bruh
i’m cleaning it
yeah, clean my jordans, you f-ckin’ peasant

- brokie

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