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letra de snatched! - issbrokie

[intro]
having a wonderful day today
waist lookin’ sn-tched, rap’s still fire
money stacked, computer silly (yeah)
i don’t know what i’ma rap now

[chorus]
told my shawty, “go and pack another bowl for me”
just sold out the venue, that’s a monday night show to me
goth b-tch posted on the grove with me
sl-tty waistline, b-tch, like that his ho skinny
i got new money, f-ck it, them some old 50s
bills change colors, all blue, i been so busy
rackin’ ten times fatter than ya ho’s tiddies
sippin’ on fizzy sh-t, it got me spinnin’, so dizzy

[verse 1]
man, i put out more love than my own city
karmamob be whippin’ down ya road like we tourin’
i can’t f-ck with rappers, every beat y’all hit be boring with the same 808s, same kick, got me snorin’
i been stayin’ up writin’ ’til the mornin’
it’s, like, seven a.m, and i’m still up recordin’, uh
i been snappin’ while yo’ thotty straight adorin’
me and shawty in the foreign while y’all stayin’ on a forum
floor it (skrrt)
[verse 2]
uh, cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching
that’s the sound i’m hearin’ when i’m steppin’ in the ring
the queen of type beats, but i also been the king
they hatin’ on my past ’cause i don’t do censoring
they just on my ass ’cause i say offensive things
debating ’bout my tracks, doin’ the misgenderin’
(“fame got to brokie’s head, he’s coppin’ dresses and wedding rings”)
the fame ain’t gettin’ to me, hun, i just like expensive things
hoes cannot match the pen game
that’s why i ain’t shocked when i’m hearin’ what all them say
i’m on top, shootin’ past whoever send hate
still on bandlab, i get guap, passin’ senseis
that was petty, just friendly competition
karmamob been always winnin’
other cats just al dente (yeah)
in the kitchen, and i’m whippin’ up a chef’s kiss
all while i’m smokin’ on some sh-t that look like dende

[chorus]
wait, hol’ up
(“ayo, shawty, can you pack another bowl for me?”)
man, i just sold out the venue, that’s a monday night show to me
goth b-tch posted on the grove with me
sl-tty waistline, b-tch, like that his ho skinny
i got new money, f-ck it, them some old 50s
bills change colors, all blue, i been so busy
rackin’ ten times fatter than ya ho’s tiddies
sippin’ on fizzy sh-t, it got me spinnin’, so dizzy
[outro]
woah, that’s a wrap (issbrokie)
godd-mn, that sh-t was hard

- issbrokie

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