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tranny raps good idk! (practice) - issbrokie lyrics

[outro]
oh
it’s like—, it’s like one in the morning
uh, i just—, figured out—, kick a little freestyle real quick, because f*ck it
y’know?
i don’t got any weed to smoke, so i’m kinda bored now; i quit smoking
still gonna rap about weed and sh*t, what else is there to rap about, y’know?
haha

[verse]
yeah, again and again, i pick up the pen, to assemble a verse just like the avengers when they revengin’
anytime you rappers spit sentences, you get pelted with tomatoes like you’re blending yourself a lil’ va beverage
got myself a [?] engine inside my hoodie, it’s tellin’ me that i should be the best who ever [?]
wack*ass game, these rap f*gs playin’ they lame bullsh*t that they spray out they fat mouth sayin’ some cap
all these r*t*rded lil’ marketin’, “two quotation mark” artists finna get slapped out they garments i rap them out they apartment
truly starvin’ for food, and another beat i get slaughter, whatever i spit is hotter, you rappers be flame r*t*rdant
i’m just bombardin’ with bars, harder than baldur’s gate bards could
your b*tch on the floor, ’cause shawty like feelin’ all hardwood
you rappers just aren’t good, you rap like a [?]
it’s karma*to*mob, and you know it’s brokie, from [?]
i been in j*pan town, study copper, some art books
my b*tch lookin’ almost [?] as this cart looks
[?] don’t gotta ask, but he got a ‘lotta cash
[?], but i gotta grab it
hold up my prada bags, i swear guys, i’m not a f*g
i’m really just a chick with fat racks, like a laundromat
psyche, my [?] is flat, but i’m never without a stack
when it comes to ass, homie, i got a ‘lotta that
i get me a ‘lotta that, louis vuitton dress, i might just model that
‘lotta straps, i pack more heat than a sauna has
automatic, rat*a*tat*tat, is y’all ain’t [?]
[verse]
that last part was ass, but whatever [?]
‘tryna get me some c*a*t, opps f*ck with the cops, [?] a*c*a*b
finger*f*ck the [?], so let me hop in a c*a*b
give me the eta, so you can pull up and e*a*t
she don’t like pda, said, “i’m callin’ out c*a*p,”
i can’t tell if she like me, she like that b*tch b*a*d
she keep callin’ me up, askin’ if i’m free to t*a*p
like, lemme see

[bridge]
ahem, sorry, shawty i got work that day
but, you’re like, unemployed

[outro]
sorry, shawty i got work that day, but, what can i say
f*ckin’ b*tches, and then dippin’, guess i’m stuck in my ways
aw, f*ck, the beat’s ending, alright, word, i guess i’ll stop rappin’
d*mn, alright, bye
issbrokie
issbrokie
issbrokie
i* is* is*, tuh, issbro—

- issbrokie lyrics

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