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letra de broke & woke - lando bando & scrumbleman

[intro]
(rj always trippin’, man, rj always trippin’, man)
if it’s crunch time, five seconds left on the clock
is n-ggas gon’ pass you the ball?
talk to these n-ggas, scrum
let’s get it
(it’s lando, your b-tch know, don’t let your b-tch go, n-gga)

[verse 1: scrumbleman]
moonrock got me high as h-ll, i think i’m finna float
game time, game-winning shot, i ain’t finna choke
winter coming, think i’m finna put a dub up in my coat
if your b-tch keep eyeing, i’ma put my d-ck up in her throat
[verse 2: j1hunnit]
it’s crunch time, is you gon’ shoot the three or you gon’ stand and choke?
the game had me backed down in a corner, but i used the ropes
i got a bad b-tch, ass pokin’ out like some dayton spokes
these smart-ass n-ggas got no cheese, these n-ggas broke and woke

[verse 3: babytron]
rеal trench baby, i can take you wherе they shootin’ dope
flyin’ by in somethin’ they ain’t seen, i’m a shootin’ star
i’ll pull up in that sleeve like a shooting guard
they ain’t ankle-biters, but my dogs chase you through the yard

[verse 4: scrumbleman]
once we get to chasin’, we ain’t gon’ stop, we gettin’ on your ass
thirty-three shots like i’m bird, we takin’ out the trash
you can keep that petty-ass run, it is not gon’ last
7.62s hit his body, now he in a cask’
seen an opp, finna box him up and i ain’t throw a punch
three-five of ‘za, fettuccini is what i want for lunch
finna wash it down with a four, it’s finna have me slumped
sick he out the office, swear to god i gotta thank trump

[verse 5: j1hunnit]
monkeypox hittin’, i hope biden drop a stimulus
a free twelve hundred, i’m finna drop it on expensive kits
i see ’em bag swappin’ them lil’ mids, them n-ggas think they sl!ck
i pulled up with ten chains on, them n-ggas call me rick
now i got a rollie on my wrist, my sh-t used to tick
i’m chillin’, but my brother f-ck with dog like marcus vick
ain’t sahbabii, but they play, i pull up with a stick
my b-tch say she feel it in her stomach like braxton hicks
[verse 6: babytron]
man, i miss the actavis, i guess the wock’ll do
go and get your cheese, whatever hustle, i ain’t knockin’ you
what i’m sayin’ is we bosses and on top of you
when that grind in your blood, it ain’t no stoppin’ you
you a role player, drop ten at most
started off n0body, i’ma end the g.o.a.t.
yohji yamamotos on me, i’ma drench the floor
crazy i ain’t have a crumb, ’cause this week, i spent a loaf

[outro: babytron]
sh-ttyboyz, dog $hit militia, you know what the f-ck goin’ on
this b-tch crazy, rj, i ain’t gon’ lie
what up, j? yeah

- lando bando scrumbleman

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