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letra de blood tank! - issbrokie

[intro: issbrokie & issbrokie’s mother]
(ayy, ma, say something at the beginning of this song)
what do you want me to say?
(anything)
anything
(okay)
shout-out to moms (ooh)
(i don’t produce)
i’ve been working way too hard recently
i just gotta make some dumb sh-t (yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh-yuh)
with a lotta bass (yuh, yuh)
like that
yeah (brokie, your music f-cking sucks)
hey, hey, huh

[verse]
how can these rappers (ooh) be stealin’ my flows?
they be stealin’ my jokes, don’t louis ck
how can these rappers be doing the most tryna get me to go?
like, b-tch, go away (yeah)
b-tch, it’s young brokie, got heat, like a stove (what?)
if you need me, i’ll be in the cut with a j, ayy
rollin’ in, smokin’ them (yeah) sh-ts, i be tucked in a b-tch, in a booth (yeah)
i don’t know what to say
(what?) i carry heat in my waistband (yeah)
(ooh) i put the heat to his dome, like a face tan (doot-doot, brah)
p-ssy talk sh-t, he won’t turn on his facecam
he know i spit with a stick, like a caveman
he know i’m smokin’ on d-ck, like a g-y man
i stay in the city, i’m out causin’ mayhem
i beat on my chest, like a motherf-ckin’ ape-man
i stay blowin’ up ’til i’m feelin’ like baymax
[bridge]
ayy, okay, i’m f-ckin’ a b-tch named uzaki (ooh)
she like (yeah) my versace, designer my body
i stay with a rocket, then sleep on her knockers
my head on her ass (doot-doot-doot), then i’m bouncin’ up off it
i’m bouncin’ up on ’em, my foreign, i hop in
i hop in a booth, and you know i’m hip-hoppin’ (yeah)

[verse 2: issbrokie]
they talkin’ ’bout genres, i’m talkin’ like bunny
like kirby2cool, that b-tch callin’ me “bunny
that sh-t is too funny, you rappin’, but still get no money
i keep me a glock, have a b-tch tryna run that
i keep me an opp at the back of my truck (yeah)
i ain’t playin’, i might pull up with the truck, i might shoot at his lungs
i’ma keep it a hunnid, i keep me a thot, and i keep me a sl-t, oh (what?)
that boy talkin’ sh-t, he gon’ deepthroat the blunderbuss (yeah)
f-ck with us, karmamob sh-t (yeah), but you know that you under us (yeah)
(yeah), b-tch, it’s young (yeah) brokie, it’s i’m stackin’ (ayy)
none of these rappers be up in my bracket (yeah)
some of these rappers talk like they be ’bout it (yeah)
all of these (hey) rappers is actin’ like f-ggots (ayy)
if you talkin’ sh-t, then we get to the packin’ (yeah)
i’m f-ckin’ his mom, long d-ck in her backend
i head to our block for a minute, i’m back in
f-ckin’ her back, i’ma make me some rap sh-t
[bridge]
literally, i just wanna make some rap sh-t

[outro: issbrokie]
bad-bad-bad b-tch wearing my d-ck, like a choker
that jewish b-tch suck on my d-ck, she don’t care if it’s kosher
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
shout-out to that f-ggot boy, closer, he wantin’ that clout now
comin’ off dumb, like a clown now
i fill that f-ggot ass b-tch with a pow down (issbrokie)
(i’m cleanin’, bruh, i’m cleanin’ it)
(i’m cleanin’ it), yeah, clean my jordans, you f-ckin’ peasant (yeh, what?) heh-heh

- issbrokie

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