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lirik lagu where my melodies at!? – “brokie”

[part i]

[intro]
yo, i just wanted to say a quick but important thing before i start
([?])
you ain’t sh*t
you’ll never be sh*t
and i’ll always be better than you
heh
anyway
(yuh)
ahem
listen to this

[verse 1]
do you deserve this crown, huh (ay)
do you deserve this mention or this house
c*c*can you sit by yourself and be proud of your work
get the f*ck up out my dm, b*tch we not finna work
i don’t wanna be around you or your suitcase of dirt
p*ssy
please, if you wanna stay right in these
i suggest that you get down on yo’ knees
maybe squeeze on my n*ts*ck
i ain’t finna diss you i won’t buss back
not even a rapper go on home and take the bus back
cuz’ f*ck rap
can i even spit sh*t without being corny
cuz if you try to be like someone else your scene is boring
all these rapper sound like someone else they see me snoring(ahh)
can these rappers talk to minors without being h*rny
like how you finna be a rapper you ain’t seen a forty
you creepy, touching lil babies you ain’t being quirky
you see that yappa on my hip you finna meet reporters
so many opp packs on my house now i look like a h**rder
so many opp packs on the table that sh*t tipping over
got so much loud pack in my studi’, stank face at the odor
this credit heartin’ that boy stay fixed at the f*cking order
my tires skirtin’ all my homies stay face at the motor
they tell me all my checks are fire swear i ain’t been colder
i’m in the studi’ smoking gas that’s why i ain’t been sober
i’m walking up inside your crib look like a supernova
yeah
i’m blowing up inside this b*tch, yeah, this sh*t is far from over
[interlude: clout customer service & issbrokie]
(ahem)
h*llo this is clout customer service how may i help you
hey, uh, i just wanted to check if i’m still clouted?
yeah, lemme just check the logs real quick
hmm, issbrokie
oh, wow, you have a lot of clout actually
you’re not gonna be falling off anytime soon
heh, oh, well, yeah i know i’m the f*cking goat

[part ii]

[verse 2]
ay, yuh
shoutout my boyfriend, that boy is a baddie
he better than you, i ain’t slidin’ no addy
might f*ck him and dip to go hang out with sandy
in fact, i be flippin’ a pack like a patty
yo b*tch wanna f*ck, imma ghost her like danny
she won’t suck me off but might f*ck through the panties
hit her from the back, imma hit her while standing
hit her from the back till that b*tch is not standing
i whip out my d*ck and she call it outstanding
but brokie be feminine, b*tch got me [?]
my d*ck is feminine, b*tch i’m not manly
i stay with some demons like billy or mandy
i’m really a demon, i put that on family
i stay in a mask like i’m askin’ for candy
i stay in a mask all the time, it’s uncanny
i stay wit’ a mac, you know i be blowin’
my diamonds are so shiny while i’m recordin’
lil’ b*tch, it’s young brokie, you know that’s the slogan
my b*tch is a doll, supermariologan
i’m cookin’ sh*t up in the stu’ like chef pee pee
i feel like a chef but i cook with my peepee
my diamonds is shinin’ on me ‘cus they vivi
i make him come asap, feel like riri
i’m done with that g*y sh*t, no you cannot get a placement
sike, i ain’t done wit’ the g*y sh*t
brokie be sprayin’ all up on yo mans
he makin’ me scream, i might go super saiyan
f*ckin’ that b*tch with a glock on my hand
yo b*tch want a pic of me signin’ her tits, she a fan
i might walk up to yo b*tch again
this time i ain’t playin’, she lookin’ like dayuum
dayum, you fine

[part iii]

[interlude]
(shut the f*ck up you stupid b*tch you smell like cheese)
this is the last beat switch i promise
i’m f*cking never doing another no melody song ever in my life this sh*t f*cking sucks
yeah, (f*ck you xarry), yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
shoutout to xarry, i’m livin’ like larry
i’m stormin’ the castle, i feel like that perry
might hop on yo’ track and just carry
i might put some blood on his body like carry
mask on my face, kinda look like jim carrey
imma knock a brotha out, one punch like aries
imma [?] in the jaw, his water i carry
walk into his crib, gotta see two [?]
ay lets go
imma run it [?]
i wanna fade him in the chase and then [?]
yeah, i was waitin’ for the [?], finna run up with a blade and grab a k out the muhf*ckin’ [?] b*tch
i’m finna run it
take all yo riches, i’m takin’ your drip and yo muhf*ckin’ cabbage
i’m finna cuddle yo b*tch, she wan’ suck on my d*ck ‘cus she know i’m the muhf*ckin’ baddest
wait wait, wait wait, wait wait, huh
i’m finna wake up, get my ass ate
get my haircut, need some champagne
need a buff boy, make my back break
good luck boy, you ain’t gettin’ the digits
i’d rather be f*ckin’ a r*t*rded midget
i keep me a glock on my aim, it’s all [?]
up in san fran doin’ shows in the city
it’s karmamob sh*t, you know we the committee
wake up in the mornin’, i feel like p. diddy
you think you the goat but i already did
and i’m already goated, your music too sh*tty
yeah, i’m really the goat and i really be rich
i might keep it afloat, i ain’t textin’ the b*tch
imma put it on [?], she gon’ drive to the crib
little b*tch, it’s young brokie, might f*ck on yo b*tch
issbrokie
[outro]
i* i miss the old brokie, this new brokie f*ckin’ fell off, dude
like, b* v* brokie doesn’t even do no melodies anymore bro like
when are you gonna join spider gang bro?

- brokie

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