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letra de hmmm! - issbrokie

[intro]
they call me flow jo-jo-jo
that sh-t was ass
i-i just need to prove that i’m doin’ this sh-t for the love of the game
for like the millionth time, but, whatever, yeah
look

[chorus]
plain jane on my wrist, the other hit the second tower
give me a beat, it get devoured
everywhere i go, i get my flowers, uh
boy, you not no thug, you’s a p-ssy, you’s a coward
stolen mojo, austin powers
they watch my mojo, i’m top ten
take yo’ ho, that thot my friend
pearly gates the opp got sent
k!ll this rap sh-t so often
this sh-t my job, just paid off rent
my money long, this sh-t don’t end
not long ’til you noddin’ off the fent
type of guap, i can’t pretend that competition still depends

[verse]

the homie jen just popped a zyn
it’s aura when we walkin’ in
bro talkin’ dumb, i’m blockin’ him
versatile, can’t block me in
i been ’bout this off the rip
he mad about my songs and sh-t?
how’s about you cop yourself a b-tch?
i been countin’ guap and sh-t since i ain’t had a pot to p-ss
i ain’t punchin’ in on sh-t while y’all depend on knockin’ sense
i’m coppin’ whips, i’m knockin’ cents
y’all dudes ain’t gettin’ off the bench
every time i’m clockin’ in, they feel the dread like rastamen
they only talkin’ ’bout my d-ck ’cause they can’t do the raps with me
every album a rhapsody, y’all barely keepin’ track of me
and i don’t play about them sticks, more sets of drums like cacity
actually, y’all droppin’ mid, meanwhile just dropped a masterpiece
pockets fat, i’m stackin’ cheese
yo’ wallet lookin’ atrophied
slap yo’ b-tch ass out yo’ jeans
you dare try talkin’ back to me
how i make this sh-t look easy?
sh-t like sellin’ crack to me
take a good look at my wrist, it’s gleamin’, glarin’ back at me
the ink that wrote this j-panese
so many tapes, they waxin’ me
none these cats can match the st–z
my tint more black than ashy knees
do this, money stack, repeat
she love it when this f-ggot speak
last one standin’ every beef
i put out—, ah
every track, i put out peak, just yesterday, recorded three
yo’ b-tch just can’t get bored of me
so up, you’d think i’m soarin’, g
i make yo’ b-tch a wh0re for me
just looked at her adorably
she chased me ’round like cat and mouse
none of you cats could corner me
all yo’ sh-t so corn to me
this sh-t what i was born to be
man, on my soul, there’s more to me than talkin’ dorky sh-t on beats
[chorus]
plain jane on my wrist, the other hit the second tower
give me a beat, it get devoured
everywhere i go, i get my flowers, uh
boy, you not no thug, you’s a p-ssy, you’s a coward
stolen mojo, austin powers
they watch my mojo, i’m top ten
take yo’ ho, that thot my friend
pearly gates the opp get sent
k!ll this rap sh-t so often
this sh-t my job, just paid off rent
my money long, the sh-t don’t end
not long ’til you noddin’ off the fent
type of guap, i can’t pretend that competition still depends

[outro]
issbrokie, b-tch
yeah
you know i just had to get in the booth and show out for the f-ckin’ millionth time
don’t know when these motherf-ckers are gonna take me seriously
but, you know?
i don’t even want ’em to, for real
it’s whatever
motherf-ckers are wastin’ my time anyways
i’ma give up this rap sh-t and go make f-ckin’ dominican house
i don’t even know if that exists
i’m not even dominican

- issbrokie

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