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up in sf! - issbrokie lyrics

[intro * issbrokie]
yuh
yuh, yuh

do*do*do*do*do*do
yuh
ooh
d*mn, yuh

[chorus * issbrokie]
up in san fran, and i’m rollin’ wit’ my crew
yuh, i keep myself a choppa, yuh, i keep myself a tool
little b*tch, i got that weapon, do not play me like a fool
i might aim it at yo’ dome if you talk ’bout how i move
little b*tch, i got racks, feel like droppin’ out of school
i might flip a couple packs, hit the plug like “what it do?”
call the plug, i need some snacks, now i feel like scooby*doo
i might drop that boy address, he say that he gonna sue
[verse 1 * issbrokie]
huh, yuh, yuh
yeah, i might drop his address, he say that he gon’ sue now
i keep me a weapon, i keep me a tool now
i keep me a glock, i might aim it at you now
i might shoot on your daughter like kirby2cool! now
i stay wit’ a hammer, i feel like i’m dedede
no, i cannot f*ck with that b*tch, she [?]
i’m thankin’ the heavens for rappin’ be feedin’ me
yo’ b*tch gimme more head than a guillotine
tha*tha*that b*tch givin’ me brain like a zombie
me and my homies stay posted in lobbies
we strapped like the army, this ain’t coll of duty
we run through these clips like this sh*t was a movie (grr*r*r*r!)
i f*ck on yo’ b*tch and i’m suckin’ her b00bies
she yellin’ out “do me!”, i’m up in her booty
issbrokie and kiizzy, we up in the studi
i*i*i cannot f*ck wit’ these f*ggots like [?]
issbrokie

[verse 2 * lokiizzy]
tr*try*tryin’ my b*tch but these b*tches be changin’
i ain’t perplexed why these b*tches be hatin’
i’ll get to you next, and these b*tches and patient
we in china town and we f*ckin’ on asians
d*mn* d*mn
what is the plan?
what is you doin’?
[?] the movements or we’ll get to shootin’
spin*spin*spin yo’ block once, all i need is a uzi
wal*wal*walk in yo’ crib and yo’ mama was droolin’
f*ck
turn my phone off, i got too many notis
i’m drownin’ in p*ssy, please throw me some floaties
my pockets so fat, they be lookin’ like [?]
shut the f*ck*shut the f*ck up and just gimme your throatie
sippin’ a faygo, i’m feelin’ like mosey
yuh, i f*cked yo’ b*tch, we just keepin’ it lowkey
i f*cked yo’ b*tch, we just keepin’ it lowkey
[chorus * issbrokie]
up in san fran, and i’m rollin’ wit’ my crew
yuh, i keep myself a choppa, yuh, i keep myself a tool
little b*tch, i got that weapon, do not play me like a fool
i might aim it at yo’ dome if you talk ’bout how i move
little b*tch, i got racks, feel like droppin’ out of school
i might flip a couple packs, hit the plug like “what it do?”
call the plug, i need some snacks, now i feel like scooby*doo
i might drop that boy address, he say that he gonna sue

[outro * issbrokie]
yo
yo, bro, uhm
i just wanna let you know, uhm
ahem
i keep that thang on me
i keep a big tool on my waist
i might blow yo shi* haha

- issbrokie lyrics

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