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Broly Timing
Brentlafou
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Bullet holes crispy, look like onion rings.
(Look like onion rings, Bllahhh! Ahh!)
Fucking with Lafou, you might be donion rings.
Yellow diamond Cuban link, lookin' like some fonion rings. (fah fah fah)
Michael Myers in your hood, choke your bitch out. (I'm in yo hood)
Tote the pumpkin launcher if you pull your switch out. (GAH! KABOOM!)
You took an oath and did the crime, now you finna snitch now? (Ya finna snitch naa!?)
Judge ainโt falling for that shit, you eating dick now. (You eating dick now!)
That shit go "clap, clap" (clap, clap).
My stick go "blah blah".
Like Piccolo at the window, we go "tap, tap". (Gohan)
Got a blade on the drake, and it go "stab, stab". (Michael Myers)
Yeah this function lame as fuck, I'm finna leave this hoe. (Bitch I'm out!)
Drink water, eat fruit, I'm finna eat this hoe.
If that bitch cheat on me, Iโm finna leave this hoe. (Respect)
I just bought a big knife at the creepy store. (At the creepy stooo)
My speaker's booming, AH!
That bitch got me in a trance.
I feel like Truman, AH! (I feel like Truman, ah)
Broly Boost got me prepping for that two man AH!
Yeah, I hit and then I dip, I ain't spooning AH!
I'm tryna get on in that action if they shooting HAH!
I'm never ratting on the gang, yeah, I'm a crewman AH! (Yeah I'm a crewman)
That bitch tried to set me up, but I ain't stupid AH!
I keep a ray gun by my side,
I feel like Stewie ah.
Caught him lacking in the whip, and took his car in the ocean,
Sunk it till he imploded.
AHHHH!
That must've been him.
Lafou.
Someone like...
Someone like...
Someone like...
Someone like me, I can't get past shit.
I'm the type to hold a grudge and take it to my casket.
I'm the type to put all of my eggs inside one basket.
Banking on this rap shit.
I'm the type, say take "250", spend it on your lashes.
You the type need money, not lose money on your taxes.
You feel like your money tight; my money feel elastic.
I feel like that nigga. Nah, bae, you feel like my last bitch.
Cashless.
Assless.
Attitude.
Bat shit.
If he pull up on Broly, he freiza, getting his ass kicked.
Bad shit.
Cracked it.
I don't even practice.
Feel like AI, I just pull up to the game and then I cashed it.
Rockin', feel like Yamcha, how I put it in the dirt.
Talkin' crazy, turn to Khonshu, put that nigga on a shirt.
Five-six-two, spray it, they gon' hit him like a perc.
All these birdies, birdies, birdies, birdies; All they do is chirp.
They poppin' yerkys, yerkys, yerkys,
No wonder they ainโt putting in work.
She making stupid money,
Twerkinโ for hunnids, but she gonโ flirt.
She gonโ flip on you for certain,
Be cautious before you get murked.
She gonโ slime you for a Birkin
With Louis V on her shirt.
Hack his Twitter,
And threaten the cartel.
Let's just sit outside his house
(evil mumbling)