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u not on dat! - issbrokie lyrics

[intro]
i told you stop f*cking playing with me, dawg
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
quit the tough talk, boy, you not on that
b*tch, i’m shootin’, we not doin’ combat
you gon’ pay me the money in t**th, ho
f*ck i look like signing a contract?
at the venue, they like, “where the møb at?”
pull up deep with the crew like straw hats
with the fleet, karmamøb*ing in all black
f*ck a little bit, b*tch, i need all that
lil’ boy, i shut down yo’ whole operation
air yo’ business out like i love the nation
do yo’ block january 6th, call up the gang and it’s probably getting raided
lil’ f*ck boy want a problem with me, he be lucky if i even entеrtain it
y’all ain’t entertainin’, sh*t is boring to me, thе only sh*t i’m worried about is getting payment
i ain’t worried about me getting famous, only thing might happen, bring [?]
homie told me he would probably snitch, i just keep him ’round ‘case i need to frame him
talking sh*t and i’ma do you [?], you a fraud, b*tch, you ain’t g*ngb*nging
yo’ whole clique on that gay sh*t, f*ckboy probably like it in the *n*s
twin glocks and they stay clapping like yo’ main b*tch when she get naked
shawty holding on my arm, she in love with me, we ain’t even really dating
we friends for the most, but i can’t lie, we be getting to the mating
j*panese denim on my body, just to see the price i had to translate it
[bridge]
speed this b*tch up really quick, yeah
yeah, speed this b*tch up like i’m f*ckin’ [?]
hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow tips at yo’ head top
yeah, yeah, ayy

[verse 2]
okay, speed it up, i might f*ckin’ up the pitch
we gon’ beat him up, if not, we atleast gon’ up the switch
got him mad as h*ll, karmamøb just f*cked his b*tch, uh
i’m gon’ eat her up, right after that [?]
put the heater up, he act like i ain’t stuck with this
[?]
got him heated up, ’cause he ain’t doin’ stuff like this
marijuana seeded up, might grow a tree and smoke a spliff
always keep a buck, give a f*ck ’bout how you feel ’bout this
if he seemin’ tough, it’s karmamøb, we roll with sticks
you ain’t mean enough, i promise you won’t up the bl!ck
like we cleanin’ up, we sweep we block, he in the bin
issbrokie

- issbrokie lyrics

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