BROKEDE$IGNAH

Lyrics
[Intro] (Feel the future, [?]) Uh, still in this motherfucker, kickin' it Trillwaved out, trillwaved out, you know what I'm sayin' Still waved out that nigga young Kray, that nigga [?] Still wavy, nigga, might pull up in the muhfuckin' party The motherfuckin' cheetah print velour suit, and shit You know what I'm sayin', nigga Right hand still twerkin' like I'm stealin' candy up in this bitch The East Coast army in this shit [Verse] Twenty bitches, Jimi Hendrix In the cocaine palace, wavy like I'm swimmin' Uh, no designer, bitch Uh, I am designer, bitch I might spark the weed up Bitch ask 'cause she want my clothes to get her steez up I ain't even cocky Call me young Black Kray, goldie something just like Rocky Big ass camera 'round my neck, nigga, please don't jock me My cellular device twerk contagious, I ain't jerkin' Wavy like a diamond face bitch out of Africa Hella jewelry down my neck, I think I came from Africa Niggas think they ballin', think they Spalding, cut that shit out I pull up on a Gucci elephant, and put my dick out, word
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- Sickboyrari