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letra de feenin! - issbrokie

[intro]
uh, i just got off my f-ckin’ flight
i’m f-ckin’ exhausted
yeah, what? yeah
oh, yeah, oh, yeah
what? okay, okay
yeah, what?

[chorus]
that b-tch-that b-tch wanna f-ck me, but she like a seven outta ten (eugh)
heard he talkin’ sh-t on that chick, boy, you bent
if i-if i catch him at the bar, i’ma ask the opps where they been
if we lurkin’ at the park, then my choppa singin’ in the end
bad lil’ b-tch wan’ f-ck me, i told shawty we should just be friends
i can’t f-ck with b-tches, they too complicated, unlike men
shawty all like, “okay,” then she hoppin’ right back in my benz
rappers be pretendin’, they be feenin’ like it’s fent-nt-nt

[verse 1]
rappers be pretentious like they hard, they can’t be more wrong-ng-ng
why you talkin’ down on brokie? you sound like a moron
you’s a weenie with the bread that you got, you’s a corndo—
i’m only lookin’ through your twitter thread to look at p-rn, dawg

[bridge]
i’m a h-rndog, my clip be as hard as my d-ck
my sh-t hard like a brick, i don’t pass, i’m a brick-brick
f-ck that lil’ b-tch, double cup what i sip-sip
why you actin’ hard like you ‘bou-‘bou-‘bou—
okay
[verse 2]
ayy, i’m that trans chick, so i always keep it tucked, ayy
if we fightin’, i’m gon’ shoot, i don’t be runnin’ ones, ayy
don’t get in my mentions talkin’ ‘less you tryna talk ’bout funds
karmamøb the set, we climbin’ higher tryna reach the su-u-u—
you still gon’ be ass at fifty when i have a son
that boy prolly rap better than you at the age of one-one
yeah, it turns out sniffin’ on that angel dust, ayy
rappers soundin’ more like a booty than my -n-l does, ayy
got a round ass, that sh-t soundin’ like a coochie, ayy
“uh, brokie, you do not pass,” boy, you soundin’ goofy, ayy
haters on my d-ck, they lookin’ like some f-ckin’ groupies, ayy
check my f-ckin’ phone, oh, that’s yo’ b-tch sendin’ nudies, ayy

[pre-chorus]
f-ck a grown man, that boy look like young nudy, ayy
that lil’ b-tch wan’ f-ck my booty like that sh-t, her doody, ayy
f-ck it, sin no more, let’s go make a movie, ayy
then i realize that’s yo’ b-tch, eugh, she got cooties, ayy

[chorus]
that b-tch wanna f-ck me, but she like a seven outta ten (eugh)
heard he talkin’ sh-t on that chick, boy, you got me bent
if i-if i catch him at the bar, i’ma ask the opps where they been
if we lurkin’ at the park, then my choppa singin’ in the end
bad lil’ b-tch wan’ f-ck me, i told shawty we should just be friends

shawty all like, “okay,” then she hoppin’ right back in my benz
rappers be pretendin’, they be feenin’ like it’s fent-nt-nt
[outro]
i remember my first xanax

- issbrokie

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