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letra de stare down the scope! - "brokie"

[intro]
yuh, what? (brr!)
yuh, yuh (bah!)
what? issbrokie in this b-tch!
yuh, issbrokie! (buck, should i get it?)
yuh, just another day of bein’ the f-ckin’ goat, haha
yuh, yuh
yo, yuh (everyday, bro, it’s a struggle)

[verse 1]
no, i cannot f-ck wit’ a rapper on my d-ck
i’mma pull up on yo’ block wit’ a model on my stick
and i be mowin’ down a oppa, he fall and he die quick
i might f-ck around and murder somebody you might miss
you be all up in yo’ feelings while you cryin’ like a b-tch
in the whip and i be peelin’ off after i hit a l!ck
then i cop a little sprite and some codeine, i might mix
i just made a new song, that sh-t was a light 6 (sike!)
now i go cop some lean, [?] since i was a jhitt, little hoe
i been spazzin’ on beats ever since all my homies turned out to be fake and [?]
so i’m askin’ you why is you beefin’ lil’ b-tch?
why you lookin’ for someonе to beef with, lil’ b-tch?
you a little white rapper that straight out thе suburbs
i know that yo’ ass don’t be sleepin’ these kids
now it’s me and yo’ b-tch, i’mma skeet then i dip for a little
i’m meetin’ these beats like i feature some skittles
lil’ b-tch, now i tweak for a beat, i can diddle
i’m geekin’ and switchin’ these 3’s like i dribble
i- i- i look like obama when i mob all these cripples
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ mom, got her suck on my nipples
lil’ b-tch, i’m a god and yo’ ass lookin’ brittle
yo’ homies fell off and they lookin’ like nibble
they- they- they here, then they go, i don’t hear anymore
of the lyrics they wrote, they in fear of a hoe
who be here with the flows, issbrokie, da goat
you a queer, you a joke, i’m the dearest with hoes
i might smack her like egovert
f-ck these trap metal kids, they all eat my dirt
why this f-g in my dms, they tweakin’ [?]
you got charged for a feat, now your ego hurt
now i said i was [?]
they go on my d-ck and they think that i’m sicker
then any these rappers while take ’em a picture
they know i’m that certified stank face giver
issbrokie, all of yo’ homies know me
say you want beef but won’t f-ck ’round and show me
blow me, all of yo cronies, lonely
all of these rappers be lookin’ like tony
[interlude]
they way they all f-ckin’ two-faced
ay jen, slow this f-ckin’ beat down yo!

[verse 2]
b- b- b-tch, creep in yo’ city, i feel like i’m jeff the k!ller
[?] might want beef, they only be rappin’ filler
pull down yo’ block, now i feel like a caterpillar
i sip the jack and that sh-t goin’ down my liver
yo’ b-tch be cummin’ from all of this mouth i give her
i keep a tool on my waist like i’m bob the builder
i met yo’ b-tch in the blocks, now she down the river
said he gon’ k!ll but won’t pull the f-ckin’ trigger
he a hoe!
lil’ b-tch, i been only worried ’bout my toe!
i might f-ck on yo’ b-tch and dip ‘cus i’m on [?]!
and shoutout to karma, you know they the bros!
but that b-tch don’t want beef, now i’m up on his road
rappers wantin’ a feat, man, [?]
why all these rappers think they rich when they broke?
give that boy a shiver when he stare down the scope, huh, oh
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- brokie

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