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letra de ​broke - ​glofromda4

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[verse 1: jssr]
that boy broke, please go get him out them slums, like, with yo’ broke ass
t-tote with that choppa on my hip, that sh-t got scope, yeah
big money all up in my pockets, i can’t float, yeah
big-big cash just all up in my account, i am a [?], yeah
hahahaha, hahahaha (go)
got like fifty rounds, like b-tch, i got that big ol’ mag (haha)
got like sixty pounds, like, yeah, the feds gon’ throw our flags
i-i got big guns, i can’t put with no godd-mn laser tag (on god)

[verse 2: glofromda4]
yeah-yeah, on god, cop that boy, i swear we did him bad
used to ride in city cabs, tryna see them titties bad
draco with a fifty mag
you don’t wanna get me mad
i’m chillin’ in ella, i put on margiela
then i call marrgielaa, he-he applying pressure
that talkin’ sh-t be extra, i get yo’ ass set up
i got that boy wet up, told him, “keep his head up”
yo’ thot give me pleasure
like he sneeze, choppa bless ya
[verse 3: che]
(slatt-slatt, yeah)
see how choppa gon’ bless that b-tch, n-gga
rah-ah-ah, extended clips, n-gga
wish you knew i could trip, n-gga
yeah, talk on the gang, you could sit with ’em
f-ck bad b-tches in hilfiger
it’s with g-l-o, crackin’ a seal with him
that drug make me feel different
i pop my body a perkie
internet n-ggas be lurking
and i [?] all, see a n-gga jerky
i will not buy her a birkin
bad ass ho, she get that slurpee
ha, caught that n-gga lead, and we murking
i cannot f-ck with no b-tch, that’s for certain

[outro: che]
bad ass b-tch all on my d-ck, bad ass b-tch all in my crib
i’m with a bad ass b-tch wanting my kids
yeah, yeah
i told that b-tch, “you cannot have my kids”
i ain’t havin’ no kids, b-tch

- glofromda4

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