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fury! - issbrokie lyrics

[intro]
(jo beats made this)

[verse 1]
why that b*tch boy be talkin’? lil’ b*tch, i got that glocky out
why that f*ckboy talking? he know i do not talk sh*t out
b*tch, i got that glock on my waist, and i might just pop it out
if that little b*tch talkin’ sh*t, i’m comin’ to pop him out
suck ’em out
if he talking sh*t, then i’ma rock him out
why that f*ckboy talking? b*tch, he know that i’ma knock him out
shout*out to my haters, no, i don’t care, i don’t block ’em out
i seen in his b*tch, and he a motherf*cking doctor now

[verse 2]
that sh*t ain’t real get the f*ck off of twitter
f*ck the knife dangling by yo’ finger
boy on my life y’all more b*tch than a sister
i’m packin’ rappers till my blunt gettin’ thicker
like got a light? lemme get a lil’ fl!cker
turn off the light now i’m turnin’ yo’ b*tch to a sodomite
she eatin’ d*ck like it’s dinner
you in my sights and now i’m, “brokie the ripper”
i really might just put that boy in a swishеr
boy my advice is you should mo’f*ckin quit
and put down the mic
shoutout hal and them
shoutout to all my guys
gеt the f*ck off yo’ pc and go outside
b*tch i really ride
for the team
di*di*dirty glock and that sh*t got a beam
curry shots he get hit with a three
you the cops, why you say you a g?
you really not, boy you really a meme
with yo’ thot and she takin’ the d
while i molly rock to the mo’f*ckin beat
i*s*s*b*r*o*k*i*e
m*u*d on the p*r*o*d
from the west but got fam’ in the east
digesting every track i’ma eat
let her cook, b*tch i’m already heated
the venue booked, crowd look like a sea
really wavy way i’m dripped to the feet
[outro]
ow*ow*ow*ow

- issbrokie lyrics

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