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feenin! - issbrokie lyrics

[intro]
uh, i just got off my f*ckin’ flight
i’m f*ckin’ exhausted
yeah, what? yeah
oh, yeah, oh, yeah
what? okay, okay
yeah, what?

[chorus]
that b*tch*that b*tch wanna f*ck me, but she like a seven outta ten (eugh)
heard he talkin’ sh*t on that chick, boy, you bent
if i*if i catch him at the bar, i’ma ask the opps where they been
if we lurkin’ at the park, then my choppa singin’ in the end
bad lil’ b*tch wan’ f*ck me, i told shawty we should just be friends
i can’t f*ck with b*tches, they too complicated, unlike men
shawty all like, “okay,” then she hoppin’ right back in my benz
rappers be pretendin’, they be feenin’ like it’s fent*nt*nt

[verse 1]
rappers be pretentious like they hard, they can’t be more wrong*ng*ng
why you talkin’ down on brokie? you sound like a moron
you’s a weenie with the bread that you got, you’s a corndo—
i’m only lookin’ through your twitter thread to look at p*rn, dawg

[bridge]
i’m a h*rndog, my clip be as hard as my d*ck
my sh*t hard like a brick, i don’t pass, i’m a brick*brick
f*ck that lil’ b*tch, double cup what i sip*sip
why you actin’ hard like you ‘bou*’bou*’bou—
okay
[verse 2]
ayy, i’m that trans chick, so i always keep it tucked, ayy
if we fightin’, i’m gon’ shoot, i don’t be runnin’ ones, ayy
don’t get in my mentions talkin’ ‘less you tryna talk ’bout funds
karmamøb the set, we climbin’ higher tryna reach the su*u*u—
you still gon’ be ass at fifty when i have a son
that boy prolly rap better than you at the age of one*one
yeah, it turns out sniffin’ on that angel dust, ayy
rappers soundin’ more like a booty than my *n*l does, ayy
got a round ass, that sh*t soundin’ like a coochie, ayy
“uh, brokie, you do not pass,” boy, you soundin’ goofy, ayy
haters on my d*ck, they lookin’ like some f*ckin’ groupies, ayy
check my f*ckin’ phone, oh, that’s yo’ b*tch sendin’ nudies, ayy

[pre*chorus]
f*ck a grown man, that boy look like young nudy, ayy
that lil’ b*tch wan’ f*ck my booty like that sh*t, her doody, ayy
f*ck it, sin no more, let’s go make a movie, ayy
then i realize that’s yo’ b*tch, eugh, she got cooties, ayy

[chorus]
that b*tch wanna f*ck me, but she like a seven outta ten (eugh)
heard he talkin’ sh*t on that chick, boy, you got me bent
if i*if i catch him at the bar, i’ma ask the opps where they been
if we lurkin’ at the park, then my choppa singin’ in the end
bad lil’ b*tch wan’ f*ck me, i told shawty we should just be friends

shawty all like, “okay,” then she hoppin’ right back in my benz
rappers be pretendin’, they be feenin’ like it’s fent*nt*nt
[outro]
i remember my first xanax

- issbrokie lyrics

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