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letra de broke boy - jay critch

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[intro]
hey
yeah, yeah, yeah
she just wanna f-ck me ‘cause my bands up

[hook]
money long like a centipede, now she call my phone
hit the scene, b-tch i’m extra clean, necklace made of snow
pop a bean for my energy, now i’m on the road
i got lean, sipping texas tea, sizzurp what i pour
i got cheese, she remember me, back when i was broke
remember we, i remember we posted by the store
i got weed, h-lla weed, out the p not out the o
i get green, h-lla green, like the f-ckin’ grocery store (yeah, yeah)

[verse]
i could f-ck that girl, but i don’t wanna
b-tch i hit a jugg, i’m on the come up
i done told ‘em it was critch for the whole summer
yeah she bad, but i won’t even save her number
i might hit a lick, then i take a flic
i might give her d-ck, then i’m finna dip
yeah i switch my b-tch like i switch my kicks
smokin’ sticky sh-t when i’m in the six
i just got a bad b-tch, that’s my new john
i just got a bad b-tch, i made her my new john
and these diamonds icy need canada goose, uh
said these diamonds icy need canada goose, uh

i could flex right now, but i don’t wanna
juggin’ and finessin’ for them commas
been in this game, hand stinks of marijuana
hit the stu’ turn the booth to a sauna

she just wanna f-ck me ‘cause my bands up
if i don’t hit, she got’ throw a tantrum
i’m ballin’ off them birds like atlanta
b-tch i hit the scale and f-ck them grams up
she think i wanna f-ck her for no reason
i just wanna f-ck her ‘cause her piece bust
i guess we both in it for a reason
she want me ‘cause she see my chain freezin’

shawty want some molly, got it on me
want me, think she want me, she all on me
top me, give me sloppy, in the coupe, though
two-door, that’s a two-door, don’t need a roof, though
i’m in a two-door, pour like two, though in my juice, though
broke boy tryna give advice, f-ck do you know?
broke boys always tryna fight, get a tombstone
i just can’t do it all my ice left with two holes

[hook]
money long like a centipede, now she call my phone
hit the scene, b-tch i’m extra clean, necklace made of snow
pop a bean for my energy, now i’m on the road
i got lean, sipping texas tea, sizzurp what i pour
i got cheese, she remember me, back when i was broke
remember we, i remember we posted by the store
i got weed, h-lla weed, out the p not out the o
i get green, h-lla green, like the f-ckin’ grocery store (yeah, yeah)
hey, grocery store, yeah, yeah
hey, yeah, yeah

- jay critch

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