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lirik lagu rookies of the year (ft. brokendick & doc g) – diz-e loaf

[intro: brokend-ck]
it’s ya boy
when did you get here?
young purple d-ck
aka bruised p-n-s
yo, yo

[hook: brokend-ck, diz-e loaf & doc g (adlibs)]
play the game like a boss (run it)
came through with the sauce (stuntin’)
runnin’ round like i lost (somethin’)
rookie of the year, i’m moss (them hunnits)
play the game like a boss (run it)
came through with the sauce (stuntin’)
runnin’ round like i lost (somethin’)
rookie of the year, i’m moss (them hunnits)

[verse 1: brokend-ck]
if she ain’t show, call up a dime
i feel like i change with the fame (i’m changin’)
ain’t n0body say they don’t like me
i feel like i’m changin’ the game (i’m changin’)
gettin’ better with the shootin’, its sick
but i feel like i’m aimin’ the same (them hunnits)
she leavin’ with me from the club, and it’s sick
but i know that she came with her mane (doo, doo, doo)
i gotta go get it, i shoot ’till i’m dead
if you with it, you know how i’m rockin’ (brraaahh)
i’m with my brother, i’m sippin’ codeine
but that sh-t’s to help me sleep, i really should stop it
f-ckin’ all these geeks, they beg for my d-ck
so i spread they legs and get that p-ssy to poppin’
leave you in the street, if you ain’t f-ckin’ with my verses
i’m bringin’ this sh-t to the coffin

[verse 2: diz-e loaf]
she ask me “do i have sauce?”
look at the b-tch and i told her “get lost” (b-tch)
she call me baby, ’cause i am the boss
red bottoms need gauze (what)
flip it and stick, b-tch i’m finna kick it
play cricket with rick-ety ross (huh)
scratch and i sniff it, the kush is prolific
b-tch, shut the f-ck up and just p-ss it along
cuttin’ this track like a lawn
been sm-ttin’ your b-tch at my home (ugh)
shawty you live in a dome (what)
how you expect me to give you the bone? (what)
stack it up, run up a check, and then backseat
everyone know that i got heat
hansel and gretel, b-tch i got the fat beats
all these haters comin’ at me

[verse 3: doc g]
these b-tches really wanna act fake
f-ck her, leave the same exact day
you should really sit back
watch me run it like a rat race
she love the way i sip act
but she ain’t never try to match mane
i had to leave that hoe in last place
she tried to trap me like a cat’s cage
now my life is like a cascade
see the money that my racks made
b-tch you better do some research
you can see now that’s just how the trap’s made me
i’m tryna show you how my weed works
i’m tryna show you how the stacks made
i work the verse ’till my back break
when i come around here we don’t have breaks
(?), she twerkin’ for me
but she know when i leave it’s a sad day
they searchin’ for me ’cause i’m servin’ up p
and i’m smokin’ a half on my bad days
i said “hoe what you think, i’m a matchmaker?”
if she tweakin’, that’s just how the crack made her
i can’t f-ck with a fiend, if you come around me
see i’m rollin’ up weed with my tax papers

[outro: diz-e loaf, amidst intermittent laughter]
bro, you just laughed at yourself
i lost my sh-t dude, i could not…

- diz e loaf

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