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letra de june 18th. - "brokie"

[intro]
ay, if you ain’t f-ckin’ with my set
i might have to let the shottie pop
if you’re like i thought
i might have to let your body drop
i ain’t gon’ be bought
i ain’t f-cking with no label dawg
if you wanna box
i might hit you with some body shots-

[verses]
finna light you up like a f-ckin’ cigarette light
i just got a purse for yo’ b-tch now her chest tight
wreck mics
i ain’t really f-ckin’ wit’ these websites
yo’ b-tch up on my insta now i’m knowin’ what her br–sts like
you rappers rap about the same sh-t ’bout how you get high
you bein’ too forceful with the music like a jedi
but i really got the strap and a clip so i guess
i stay with both parts like a f-ckin’ transvestite
sorry that just fеlt right
i know that i’m insensitive
i’m really with thе sh-ts
like you rappers always steppin’ in
and i don’t give a sh-t
what your f-ggot ass message is
‘cus imma always stay
sendin’ f-ggot ass messages
no i ain’t tryna be a part of yo’ quote on quote “community”
brutally being myself and i’m doing it beautifully
b-tch i ain’t no billboard
p-ssy do not screw wit’ me
the day you catch me on a float’s
the day i write my eulogy
and maybe i just need some rest
but f-ck it imma preach my set
beatin’ on my chest screamin’
r.i.p to triple x
and i ain’t tryna flex
but i know that imma be the best me that i can be
and if bleed i already bled
it’s nothin’
i’m just stressin’
that it’s feathers vs heavyweight
motherf-cker talkin’ i might off him if he in my face
free my boy he locked away
i’ll chop you in to heavens gates
i’m k!llin’ over blocks that the state owns anyway
[outro]
this glock, b-tch i only trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no b-tch
b-tch i f-ckin’ trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no b-tch
b-tch i f-ckin’ trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no b-tch
b-tch i f-ckin’ trust this-

b-tch this glock, b-tch i only trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no b-tch
b-tch i only trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no b-tch
b-tch i f-ckin’ trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no b-tch
b-tch i f-ckin’ trust this glock, i ain’t ever trust no-

r.i.p uh, to the goat

- brokie

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