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letra de she˂3it! - issbrokie

[intro]
uh-huh
oh-oh
uh-uh, uh, uh
yeah
(shoutout my n-gga jack, b-tch)

[chorus]
she wanna suck me up, yeah
she like, “f-ck me up,” yeah
we got a jet tonight, yeah
i’m in her gut, she love it
alrighty, b-tch, i’m the sh-t
if he gettin’ boxed, we jug it
i ain’t tryna f-ck her off the rip
to be honest, i had that bro sobbin’, yeah
i got a rule if you buy my sh-t
if you a fan, you can’t be my b-tch
you gotta hate me and think i’m a pr-ck
only way you finna catch this d-ck
all of my hoes lookin’ angry and p-ssed
it does somethin’ to me, don’t know what it is
she like the sediments on my wrist
w-w-wait, jack, jack, take out the kick
haha, okay, huh
[verse]
i got some sh-t you ain’t seen in yo’ life
most of that sh-t i just copped out of spite
yeah, these twitter hoes know that they broker than i
two hoes want me on two different flights
split them hoes and they friends, i do four at a time
or i might split between four different nights
i do one every day, but my schedule tight
i’m throwin’ ice on my neck, needin’ ice
chrome hearts on me, this sh-t is not light
low-key, i had to take this sh-t off
’cause the way that i’m workin’, my posture ain’t right
p-ssed, overworkin’ on two different lines
need them double entendres to widen they eyes
and i need [?] by the end of the week
but it’s cool, i don’t sleep, i’ll just do it tonight
uh, uh, huh
i just woke up, it’s 7 p.m.
got yo’ b-tch cryin’ in my dms
i just told her that we should be friends
i’ma cuff me another bm
green hands like invader zim, yeah
you drunk on the stick like kim
got ’em like, “dammit”, they hate when i win, yeah

[bridge]
i always get asked to leave, yeah
’cause i always get asked to speak, yeah
why they hoes always ask for me? yeah
just look at my ass in jeans, yeah
brodie like, “pass the weed,” yeah
do i look like a charity? nah
they like, “you bad at rappin’,” please
why they hoes always come back to me? (bleh)
[chorus]
she wanna suck me up, yeah
she like, “f-ck me up,” yeah
we got a jet tonight, yeah
i’m in her gut, she love it
alrighty, b-tch, i’m the sh-t
if he gettin’ boxed, we jug it
i ain’t tryna f-ck her off the rip
to be honest, i had that bro sobbin’, yeah
i got a rule if you buy my sh-t
if you a fan, you can’t be my b-tch
you gotta hate me and think i’m a pr-ck
only way you finna catch this d-ck
all of my hoes lookin’ angry and p-ssed
it does somethin’ to me, don’t know what it is
she like the sediments on my wrist
w-w-wait, jack, jack, take out the kick
haha, okay, huh

[outro]
yeah, issbrokie, b-tch

- issbrokie

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