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lirik lagu charged up – brokeasf

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[chorus]
no cap, big straps, get clapped, b*tch
you know what it is, why you tryna get me down?
they know what we did, they ain’t slid, they just rap
had to nut all in that b*tch before some up, ain’t leave a trail
he pillow talkin’, but i bet i make him take a f*ckin’ nap
b*tch i came up hittin’ l!cks, i was a jit up in the trap
and i heard that n*gga dissin’, they don’t listen, ’cause he cr*p
and i better not catch him slippin’ or i’mma hit him with the strap

[verse 1]
b*tch, i’mma rock out with my guitar
i’mma shoot a f*ck n*gga, like a f*ckin’ shooting star
ya’ll better watch how ya’ll be moving
’cause we quick to shoot at cars
and i don’t really give a f*ck, i pop her p*ssy like a bop
b*tch!
b*tch, i’m charged up
and i don’t give a f*ck, and
she talking ’bout relations, lil’ b*tch, i’m just tryna f*ck
b*tch, all i want is bucks, b*tch
i don’t want the lorе
and he only talkin’ crazy ’cause he out thе f*ckin’ drawers
yeah, he actin’ like a thug
step on him, just like a bug, and
yeah, she suck my d*ck, she spit my nut out on your roll, yeah
yeah, that b*tch a knack, look
ate it like a snack, and i don’t really give a f*ck
i took his sh*t, i took his pack, and
and my pockets fat, look
up, and you get jacked, b*tch
better give it up or i’mma blow your f*ckin’ hat, b*tch
block her ’cause she catfish
up it, it go blatt, b*tch
pull up to your house and leave your brains on the mat, b*tch
[chorus]
no cap, big straps, get clapped, b*tch
you know what it is, why you tryna get me down?
they know what we did, they ain’t slid, they just rap
had to nut all in that b*tch before some up, ain’t leave a trail
he pillow talkin’, but i bet i make him take a f*ckin’ nap
b*tch i came up hittin’ l!cks, i was a jit up in the trap
and i heard that n*gga dissin’, they don’t listen, ’cause he cr*p
and i better not catch him slippin’ or i’mma hit him with the strap

[verse 2]
i just bought another glizzy
i put 33 up in it
if it’s up then b*tch, let me know
’cause every night, we spendin’
send them smackers on a mission
make them stop your ass from livin’
hollow tips up in your liver, catch you ass and hit your tandem
better yet, i crack your million
i want 14 in a felon
i put d*ck up in her belly, blocked that b*tch, just ’cause she petty
and that lil’ b*tch say she pretty, but you know i ain’t her daddy
i don’t really give a f*ck
won’t chase a b*tch, ’cause i won’t fit it

[chorus]
no cap, big straps, get clapped, b*tch
you know what it is, why you tryna get me down?
they know what we did, they ain’t slid, they just rap
had to nut all in that b*tch before some up, ain’t leave a trail
he pillow talkin’, but i bet i make him take a f*ckin’ nap
b*tch i came up hittin’ l!cks, i was a jit up in the trap
and i heard that n*gga dissin’, they don’t listen, ’cause he cr*p
and i better not catch him slippin’ or i’mma hit him with the strap
(la, la, la, la)

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