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ultra ego freestyle - issbrokie lyrics

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currently in the stu sipping water
refreshing

in her b*tt like some nicotine
lemme hit from the back p*ssy bald just like mr. clean (clean)
feeling stoned ain’t need no cobble she say that my tunes are so awful i think that she sick of me
imma roll up and hit the weed
shawty suck on my d*ck but don’t know imma hit and leave
maybe i’m a bad person i know that she hurtin yeah i really think she was digging me
but f*ck it its karma mob we on yo streets and we popping and droppin the toppa off
if you really want smoke we can f*ck round and go b*tch just know i might let the choppa off
put the clip in gratata gratata reload gratata
shout out popping up and whipping in the auto shop
lighting candles for the opps like hanukkah
i put a f*ck boy on a t*shirt if he trying to make himself pr*ne
he better duck boy before this ar*17 hit him through the skull
mop us up boy they be [?] wondering how i be staying in that zone
might just be luck boy who am i kidding all these b*tches know i’m coming for the throne

feel like a muh f*ckin goddess
been challenging artist to hop on a song ever since i was little they knew i was strong
i’ve been f*cking these beats like it’s p*rnhub.com
i do this for the family i stay putting on i do this for my man trying to buy him a car
i do this for the bands but its mostly the art i’ve been doing it for
might grab my guitar and seduce all the b*tches around me
my style so muh f*cking clean like some downy
these rappers r*t*rded they lookin like downies
i pray one of these rappers wanna f*ck round and clown me
i pray one of these rappers wanna f*ck round and down me
put em in blossom or maybe some brownies i’m covered in water i think that i’m drowning
heard you don’t like me go get you a bounty
the f*ck out my dm’s

my phone on air plane mode f*ckboy trying to roast me, the only thing you roasting is beef you fat b*tch stay on my nuts though it might get you some clout i know yo 100 sound cloud followers having ass needs it

hit him with that right left like the [?]
shoutout rappers i left only in it for the bands
trying to get they pipe wet only in it for the cans
imma need a mic check lemme tell it to the fans
cuz i know some of them don’t really understand it
all these rappers fake only in it for the brands
only tryin to get paid they ain’t tryin to shake hands
and most of these rappers tryin to meet chris hansen
pull out the glock have em caramel dancing
i’m throwing shots you would think that i’m camping
i pour a shot got my liver straight cramping
pull out the chop if the opps still standing
he gon get rocked imma hit while he canned it
i’m on yo block with a mop doing damage
shawty give me top in the bottom like a sandwich
i know lil dude with no clout don’t respect me
all these lil dudes round they mouth don’t effect me
patek got a wet muh f*cka try and test me
he dont wanna shop sh*t kicking like messi
imma put him in the back now im asking for the check please
she got red flies why this b*tch tryin hex me
hit it from the back now i’m hitting up her bestie
i don’t wanna rap battle boy that sh*t zesty

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