paroles de chanson SPACE BUNS! - BROKIE

Eh
Wow this beat smoking for real, hm-hm
That shit was corny

Look, overpaid for what I do, but art what dropped me outta school
Tryna keep my daily cool, but money act insanely cruel
Very rude
Speakers blaring while I'm wear and tearin' through these rappers
Merry Moods like it's a scary movie, and I'm Freddy Krueger (Bitch)
Blowin out yo bitch's back, but I don't play the tuba
That bar was stupid
I been stackin' racks and snatchin' mula
Ya bitch madula on my dick
Lil bitch, I'm like Medusa
I get yo' shawty stoned by lookin' at my fuckin' face
She in my phone, and now she contact
She think it's laced, shawty, this shit premium
She get a taste, and now she groovin like Bohemian
Roll down to the spot for street tacos get a medium
A Dr Pepper, please
They gave my ass the opposite a large Sprite with vodka in it
Rappers pocket pick
Yo dollar wallets full of pocket lint
My pockets often thick
Because the aqua on me talkin shit for me for me

Don't gotta say non
Chain silly I been on that ego shit since day one
I don't even talk to rappers always on that gay sum
Idols in my DMs tryna nut in me like "Ayy what?"
Bitch I'm too bad for these hoes
I'm the A1

Cutie with the space buns
Rappers full of hate while yours truly lookin caked up
And I don't mean foundation
I'm dropped out still perusin' education
Y'all rappers on that say what
Bitch, I ain't tryna wait up

So catch up ho
Hm