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digbar brokey cipher - digbar lyrics

[verse 1: curt!]
had to lotion up my hands, cus they dry from countin bands
i’m hot just like the sun, as detected in pakistan
she wanna ride me like a lexus, ain’t that everything big like texas
like a pegasus, i’m majestic, tryna be like me out of the question
one hundred and one on the throttle, i got the cheat codes, i got got the numbers for the lotto
don’t got a genie in bottle, but i got this white b*tch poppin’ ass like christina aguilera
around a few ways, see me in thе newspaper, used to havе me in the whole column
sick as f*ck, better back up, like the sidewalk filled with pollen

[verse 2: mannyily]
if you want a verse, then you paying fifty
i got a b*tch, she like h*llo kitty
whole gang eating they staying with me
i said it before, i could not give a f*ck bout the concept come on say it with me
i’ll take a fine hoe with me to disney
when i’m sipping that drink, i be getting dizzy (manny, shut up)
yah, chop
choppa on me and it’s thumping
i asked the b*tch if we f*cking
nah, i’m beating the bell like percussion
she ain’t trying to drop me the neck, then i dip and i go say what’s up to her cousin
and i’m not finna f*ck for the free, but she f*ck with me, so i might as well bust it
i’m that one thing you can’t touch, just like that pimple on your back
santa claus, i got these ho*ho’s trying to grip up on my sack
with my woe, these riding stupid, pushing metal in that cat
i hope to get behind, then i rearrange her back
pass me the blunt now i’m elevated
i din’ show crib b*tch you renovated
i’m with your b*tch and i’m roller skating
i’m going up and i know you hated
i’m off of the drink and i’m barely faded
this sh*t got wock i could barely taste it
and i’m finna be rich like i’m counting macy’s
[verse 3: jake hole]
talking on the net instead of trying to get your bands up
bruises on your knees from all that sucking, go ‘head stand up (get up!)
got a couple screenshots in the vault if you gone act up (uh huh)
trying to gas me now cause you too scared of getting packed up
brokey
all this smoke, i might just air it out
brokey runs his mouth and yet that bank account stay running out
it’s all about that come up, but for brokey he keeps coming down
boo!
i’m a job app
aw, i think i scared him now
i’m on top of my guap, that’s my typical
my money by hundreds divisible
your level of broke inexplicable
yeah, you still on my nuts like a physical
broke and pitiful, pick a struggle, you’re pathetic, i can’t lie
like how in the world is you grown and so stupid?
acting like you need a bedtime (mimimimi)
those ain’t no jordan 1s, them jordan nones
sending threats on the internet when we both know you can’t afford a gun
laughing at your spelling in my comments, i’m here having fun (stupid)
by the way, what’s your baby mama’s number?
i might just send her some (go and get your kids some food, bro)

[verse 4: 978jey]
ay, jb mister chase the bag, but i still be broke
bills be adding up the formula, it ain’t no joke
someone tell lado that me and my girl trying to run the thrifts
and if she had us down, i’d gladly jump till i can’t breathe
no, for real though, like that really ain’t no joke
b*tches trying to get me ass, all i want’s the throat
like you the type to get straight a’s, all i want’s the brain
these diggers trying to take the crown, but be really lame
[verse 5: kolossal]
brokey
i pity you n*ggas, just look at my riches
it finna stack when we running up checks, but i’m suing you n*ggas who say it’s suspicious
stone face, but i’m bout my business
white christmas, snow white b*tches
pay me or die, cause there’s no in*between
and i charge every buck, every buck, and you switch it
man y’all some broke n*ggas, joke n*ggas, can’t get four for four, n*ggas
don’t go band for band your b*tch ass know not to approach, n*gga
you a dirty dyk*, so all the children call you roach, n*gga
brokey simmer down i’ll probably smack you if you spoke, n*gga
smack starve
smack starve
you f*cking broke b*tch, poor jit
stomach stuck on e, you can’t afford to sh*t
no lights, no water, d*mn, you can’t afford to spit
yes, i hope you die because you dirty and you poor, b*tch

[verse 6: alex schor]
back it up, i’m overstimulated
that’s why i wear earplugs in the club
broke in a crypto bull run
all the meme coins got rugged
i got zero filtered when i’m sober
i’m not touching any kind of drug
don’t be moving like your phone died, huh?
like, why are you looking for the plug?
me, i’m looking for some love
maybe physical affection
one time i was feeling myself, told my date i had an erection
i got conviction, confidence
you could tell in my vocal inflection
walked in on my friend’s roommate beating his meat when i was a freshman
step in the room, i’m the elephant
trying to be celibate
why do i do it? well, just for the h*ll of it
well, the real reason’s too personal, so i’m not gonna tell it
labels don’t want to sign me because they don’t understand me, bro they think i’m disabled
or they’re anti*semitic
i’m jewish, you know that? call me lil’ dreidel
i’m gonna get a fake account and comment rip on all of my posts
you think it’s gonna be enough to fake my death?
i’m gonna take myself off the internet
put a gas sticker on a military vest, then i go into a party and berate the guests
then i steal the snacks just to take them home and see what tastes the best
[verse 7: koloseta]
y’all ain’t got no cash, got no stacks, got no racks
go fast, i’m so stressed
broke as f*ck, got slow debt
yeah, rent’s due
landlord tripping ain’t much to do
can’t even pay for no finger food
she fell in love with a stingy dude
huh?
aw, h*ll nah
i ain’t buying you no bras
you ain’t going to no spas
f*ck a condom, we go raw (that’s facts)
no lambo, i’ll drive around in a van though
i’ll paint your guts like i’m van gogh
then i’ll shoot some loads like i’m rambo
got a cup of ramen, it’s gourmet
and your wh0re shopping at norway
no louis or gucci, gabana, versace
i’m broke as f*ck, and i don’t even really think i give a f*ck
my pockets are empty like india
been blowing this green like some indica

[verse 8: digbar]
if you a n*gga talking sh*t in my comments, i bet you a brokie
talking that sh*t on the net and you claiming it’s valid my n*gga but you do not know me
he claiming that he making hits, but his music is sh*t so i had to just tell that boy show me
y’all claiming y’all hoe h*lla loyal, but she taking meat on the side, y’all full of bologna
i don’t really be putting much thought in this sh*t, i just hop on the mic and i run it
she don’t be putting no thought into sucking my d*ck, i just told her don’t stop till i’m cumming
and i don’t like beefing with n*ggas, but boy, if we beefing, i take that sh*t up to a hundred
and i ain’t gonna be like seattle, if you trying to box, i ain’t passing, you know i’ma run it
you a brokie
youn’t even got no bread
you a brokie
youn’t even get up at your bed
you a brokie
yo bank account is always seeing red
you a brokie
get your dirty ass up out that shed n*gga
like, i hate when a broke ass n*gga be trying to tell me how to stack up my money like, n*gga, you broke
like, i know how to get to the money and double the money and triple the money, you don’t
i know i’ma keep making money and keep making money and keep making money, you won’t
and y’all n*ggas keep begging for sh*t and keep begging for sh*t and keep begging, just leave me alone
digbar the goat i’ma go get it tatted
making these hits, you would think i was batting
i get that b*tch and i show her the world, so that b*tch gonna call me aladdin
her mouth h*lla fire, like when she be sucking me
i save her name in my phone under dragon
you used to be popping, you used to have money
now all of it’s gone, how the f*ck did that happen?

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