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where the beat go?! - "brokie" lyrics

[intro]
(fo*fo*fony wallace)

(fony wallace biatch)
fony wallace biatch
zesty ass tag, haha

[verse]
[?] in his face now that boy british, huh
balloon titties b*tches, you would think i’m playin’ critics (okay, yo b*tch)
my fault, little b*tch, i’m rippin’ (okay)
[?] up inside my lungs, that’s what i’m hittin’ (smoke)
every time i’m ’round the b*tches, they like, “brokie spitting”
rappers they ain’t in my digits, they ain’t gettin’ riches, uh
you know brokie stackin’ chips, lil b*tch, i’m double dippin’, uh
yo’ b*tch l!ck the tip, she sendin’ pics like every minute, uh
[bridge]
lovin’ that english, huh, yuh
my b*tch english, huh, yuh
my b*tch from england, uh, yuh
that b*tch english, uh, yuh
i’m watchin’ anime, uh, yuh
dub is in english, uh, yuh
f*ck what you gotta say, uh, yuh
i don’t speak english, uh

[verse 2]
gas all around me like ambm
shoutout my bluds in the pink, gotta free them
my haters john cena, the way i can’t see them
yo’ b*tch had me nude, i just perceive them
i off the coup, that sh*t had me tweakin’
you b*tch is so lewd, my d*ck, what she eatin’
water, ice on my wrist, i’m freezin’

[verse 3]
like, woah (woah)
yo’ b*tch wan’ f*ck me
she wanna play on my b*lls like rugby
[?], little b*tch, you can’t touch me
yo’ b*tch heard my music, she thought it was lovely
sorry little b*tch, you cannot cuff me
but you just might get the d*ck if you get lucky
i’m with yo’ main ho, she wanna suck me
shoutout yo’ boyfriend, he wanna stuff me
yo’ b*tch just swallowed my kids (yummy)
i got a blade, ho, i’ll hit you in the back, ho
roll up, yo’ homie smokin’ with tobacco
yo’ b*tch called me “the goat” facts though
b*tch, i stay strapped, i never lack though
i’m with yo’ mans, why he up my ass ho?
he wanna smash, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout smash bros
how can you hate when your music is trash though?
[bridge]
where the beat go?

[verse 4]
(fony wallace biatch)
yuh, okay, yuh, yuh, yuh
ayy, man this sh*t
i don’t got time for all this b*tch
livin’ my life while i face this spliff
karmamob outside and we withdemd*cks
b*r*o*k*i*e, i’m in this b*tch
i’ma hit one time then i [?] finna diss
b*tch, you takin’ no sides, tryna ride my d*ck
big b*tterfly doors, suicide [?], godd*mn

[verse 5]
well, i’m yellin’ out, yellin’ out in the void
for someone else other than rappers than i avoid
so come to my callin’ and talk to me with they voice
why the f*ck that these motherf*ckers real that i enjoy
why the f*ck do you play with me, lil b*tch, i’m not yo’ toy
i’ma god, all these rappers, tell they ass to get employed
you a rat, i ain’t talkin’ vermin viz, i’ll take yo’ points
tryna rap ’bout some punk sh*t, use a punk b*tch by a choice
i might f*ck yo’ b*tch, both my hands on to her back (okay)
billy wit the sh*ts, so, if we beef you gon’ get smack
f*ck lil vermin viz, tryna snitch, he a rat
jerkin’ off to kids, pick a fly, yo’ music wack
and i can’t believe that my ass sdfja hopped up in that track
[?]
y’all some internet gangsters, y’all ain’t really with no straps
pull up to san fran’ y’all b*tch boys don’t know where i’m at
okay

- brokie lyrics

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