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ufo! - "brokie" lyrics

[intro]
yuh! (karmamo*o*o*o*ob)
h*llo (yuh!)
it’s me, richie (in the flesh b*tch!)
i have a lot of money (yuh, yuh)
i’m not actually broke (urya!)

[chorus]
up in a ufo
alien b*tches, i do get those
he wanna duke, let’s go
askin’ a fan, i’m like “you bet, bro”
i’m at yo’ boot and bro’s
just tryna f*ck in my coupe then go
she say that i’m too ghetto
f*ck out my face, lil b*tch, i know
[verse]
i’m up in a ufo
knockin’ out verses like ufc
gotta chain on my neck and it’s too heavy
b* b* bought my momma a chain, i know you envy
i been stackin’ up cheese in that usd
i might f*ck on yo’ b then i move and leave
got a [?] on my shoulder, it’s [?]
got a scarf on my shoulder, it’s burberry
lemme see, i do not give sh*t
f*ck on yo’ momma, might f*ck on yo’ mistress
separate beats that i buy on my hitlist
are you the same boy that i’m buyin’ my zips wit’?
i cannot f*ck with these b*tches
brokie too loyal, lil b*tch, you can’t hit this
i get f*cked till i look like a dipsh*t
bandlab rapper might f*ck what i mix wit’
rappers got me so [?] i mix spliffs
i cannot miss, only heat what i make
i be here wit’ yo’ bae, got my meat on her t**th
and she taste like a b*tch, put a heater in her face
i’mma smear all the queers in a fear
room wit’ me at my place, don’t be beefin’ wit’ me, are you g*y?
i don’t fear, you a lame [?]
i been here with the flames, you ain’t near, i can’t hear what you say
i been sick wit’ flows since infant moments
spittin’ solar flares, makin’ all these hits at hoes
we pick ‘n choose, i’m ballin’ like pick and roll
pick at you, a man that’s so rich and broke
they get confused, i get the blues
collectin’ clues, i stay wit’ my dogs like woof!
[?] like you, i’m smokin’ on my arms and boots, i’m harmin’ you
if you be tryna target, you r*t*rded dude (issbrokie)
[chorus]
up in a ufo
alien b*tches, i do get those
he wanna duke, let’s go
askin’ a fan, i’m like “you bet, bro”
i’m at yo’ boot and bro’s
just tryna f*ck in my coupe then go
she say that i’m too ghetto
f*ck out my face, lil b*tch, i know
i’m up in a ufo
alien b*tches, i do get those
he wanna duke, let’s go
askin’ a fan, i’m like “you bet, bro”
i’m at yo’ boot and bro’s
just tryna f*ck in my coupe then go
she say that i’m too ghetto
f*ck out my face, lil b*tch, i know

[outro * unknown]
brokie, please bro, i’m beggin’ you to stop dating my mom

- brokie lyrics

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