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bitch + moan + scream! - issbrokie lyrics

[intro]
shout*out perry
p*perry, stop making the beat and talk to me

[verse]
uh, you lookin’ lost just like nemo
straight out the trap, and i’m packin’ a kilo like breaking bad
got yo’ b*tch on her knees, i might break her back
eat her ass when i deep stroke
eighty macs right up under my seat
i been hittin’ gas, i forgot how to breathe, ho
pick out a mac*11 where yo’ team go
like, uh
i’m in my dungeon with a mic
thinkin’ bout something i can write
i got a gun, prolly take yo’ life
and i got bust, prolly take yo’ wife
f*ck on yo’ husband out of spite (okay)
b*tch, i’ma punch in like mike (okay)
if he tryna bite, then it’s night*night
rockin’ white nikes, you’s a white knight
i’m the nice dykе
you ain’t talkin’ money, then it’s bye*byе (okay)
not into the fighting, make the nine live
that boy is a feline, take his nine lives
i don’t give a f*ck if you want attention
f*ckboy, get up out my mentions
on my face screamin’ one sentence
“you’re fired,” b*tch, like benson, like, ayy
broke shawty up next, that sh*t a fact, not even a flex, uh
f*ck that, give me neck
i ain’t talkin’ if it does not involve a check, uh
this sh*t b*tt s*x
shawty wan’ f*ck, but we just met
i feel like crucif*cker how i step
brokie gon’ drop the bass, skrillex (yeah)
[outro]
bad b*tch wan’ f*ck on the team
shawty, i can’t f*ck you for free
shawty give me money for that d
shawty give me suck, then she leave
d*ck all up in my b*tt, in my cheeks
c*nty ass sl*t what i be (okay)
i’m up in her guts when i please
she want me to cuff, b*tch, plead
i’m number one, you m*a*d?
i’m the one, you m*i*d
i made this for the dudes on my d
mad as f*ck, my fans call me “she”
mad as f*ck, you don’t feel like a he
mad as f*ck because i got clout
don’t call me a—, clone in the comments
i’m still the richest b*tch in my town
i’m still the richest thot on soundcloud
still the richest tranny in my scene
same songs since 2016
it sounds so annoying now to me
none these rappers tryna innovate it
they just tryna b*tch, moan, and scream
rappin’ on the same 808s, it just sound like noise now to me
how you long been makin’ this sh*t?
you been makin’ since i was the age of an eighth grade child
how long you gon’ fake that you’re right you gon’ make it
like, give it up, homie, and make your own style
“my sh*t is so d*mn different,” lil’ bro, yo’ sh*t ain’t even wild
that’s why i make that sh*t that make me smile
i’ve kept this sh*t bottled up for a while
i should do that less
anyway, issbrokie

- issbrokie lyrics

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