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b-r-o-k-e - foolio lyrics

[intro]
i don’t see none
twelve? don’t see none
in the field, like dion
ayo [?]

[chorus]
remember was broke, stopped eatin’ free lunch
who competition? i swear i don’t see none
won’t hear me linkin’ up with your favorite rappers ’cause these rap n*ggas’ll be peons
i’m plantin’ the field, just like im dion
spin the block twice, call it a re*run (grrah)
boy, how we beefin, you don’t got no money [?]
you make me mad enough, imma come [?] some’

[verse]
we [?], thirty clip stuck in my glock (grrah, thirty)
shoutout to all of my opps (bang)
’cause them n*ggas b*tches, no matter where they gonna hide
we slide, they keep gettin’ shot
[?] whippin’ the pot, can’t ride my wave, b*tch, i’m on a yacht
i don’t claim that hoe, that lil’ b*tch a thot (thot, thot)
just bent her ass over, put d*ck in her twice
i swear to god, i want all the smoke
my grandma do voodoo, don’t call me the goat (voodoo)
b*r*o*k*e, my heart broke (haha, broke ass n*ggas)
i heard n*ggas lie, said they [?] on a scope
they [?], snortin’ the coke (no cap)
he [?], so we shot up the boat (brrah)
send shot after shot, they think i’m a [?]
my shooters got shooters, and they be on go (let’s go)
did a hit in a lexus, ran up 35k and i took me a flight to texas (no cap)
look at me shining, p*ssy boy, look at my diamonds, b*tch i done bought new vvs’s
sh*t on my haters, sh*t on my exes (haha), b*tch i’m rich, you get the message
i thank god for giving me blessings (thank god)
this sh*t wasn’t easy, took loss as a lesson (amen, amen)
i got a glock with a switch, i got the chop’ with a stock in the kit (aye)
i got my [?], we lit (aye)
imma go to war, [?]
lookin for the [?], imma die for the [?]
shoutout to [?], imma die for them jits (yeah)
shoutout to [?], my [?] (forever)
we want the smoke, we want the cancer
i fell in love with a dancer, in a h*llcat not a panther (skrt, skrt)
[?], i’m a member, my wrist cold like december (brr)
we eatin’ good, november (thanksgiving!)
[chorus]
remember was broke, stopped eatin’ free lunch
who competition? i swear i don’t see none
won’t hear me linkin’ up with your favorite rappers ’cause these rap n*ggas’ll be peons
i’m plantin’ the field, just like im dion
spin the block twice, call it a re*run (grrah)
boy, how we beefin, you don’t got no money [?]
you make me mad enough, imma come [?] some’

- foolio lyrics

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