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up there! - issbrokie lyrics

[intro]
u—u*u*u*

[pre*chorus]
why they count a b*tch out? (why they count a b*tch out?)
tryna dumb a b*tch down (tryna dumb a b*tch down)
tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound)
say i shouldn’t be proud (say i shouldn’t be proud)
b*tch, i’m finna get loud (i’m finna get loud)
gotta pound them, b*tch, bounce (pound them, b*tch, bounce)
finna walk a b*tch out (finna walk a b*tch out)
finna walk a b*tch down (yeah)

[chorus]
lil’ b*tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two*tone, caddy with my name on the front, b*tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b*tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f*ck fame, f*ck number one
b*tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, you ain’t rеally want none

[verse]
when i’m up therе, up there, i let it burp, boy
old town, philly, anywhere i let it spurt, boy
g*walkin’ b*tch, two*steppin’ out a bart, boy
you ain’t get caught from me tryna make my art, boy
ugh, get your own bag, get a start, boy
i don’t know sh*t, but my music in the fur, boy
i was in the town sellin’ fake cars, boy
you ain’t done sh*t past sellin’ fake carts, boy
hot b*tch, hot steak, got wrist, got cake
hater hoes lockin’ in the pratt state, b*tch, what?
load him up like the f*ckin’ guy
spray locked in all day, on the go, get paid, b*tch, what?
b*tch, couldn’t walk a block in my j’s
walk a flock, i replayin’ these beats by jay, b*tch, what?
i ain’t social with these twitter ass gays
with the way i hate f*ggots, people think that b*tch straight, b*tch, yeah
[pre*chorus]
why they count a b*tch out? (why they count a b*tch out?)
tryna dumb a b*tch down (tryna dumb a b*tch down)
tryna change my sound (tryna change my sound)
say i shouldn’t be proud (say i shouldn’t be proud)
b*tch, i’m finna get loud (b*tch, i’m finna get loud)
gotta pound them, b*tch, bounce (gotta pound them, b*tch, bounce)
finna walk a b*tch out (finna walk a b*tch out)
finna walk a b*tch down (finna walk a b*tch down)

[chorus]
yeah, lil’ b*tch who— b*tch who— b*tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two*tone, caddy with my name on the front, b*tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b*tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f*ck fame, f*ck number one
b*tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, i’m a momma, you ain’t really one
b*tch who ain’t banging no gun
in the two*tone, caddy with my name on the front, b*tch, what?
i done felt a lot of pain where i’m from
broke b*tch, but i promise that some change gon’ come
when i’m up there, f*ck fame, f*ck number one
b*tch, i’d rather be unknown with a chain than have none
new hat, new hoodie, and the j’s gone dumb
man, i promise i’m a momma, you ain’t really want none
when i’m up—

- issbrokie lyrics

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