Broski Lyrics by Shoreline Mafia, OHGEESY, Fenix Flexin
350 is it 500 in my coat
It is what it is we don’t ever love a ***
I only love my *** my kid and my ***
If I want it, then I hit her, pass it to my bro
If I want it, then I hit her, pass it to my broski
Pop a lot of seals, pour the pint by the Oskar
I don’t want her, I can hit her, pass her to my broski
Pulling up these pints, drop the seals by the Oskar
That’s this *** but not for long
Phoenix walkin’ to the room and now she gone
Politic and buy some *** what they on
Every dog will need a bone, mine was in this ***’s home
***, yeah she gettin’ sneaky while he out work
Cuttin’ up up in her guts but I’m not a surgeon
This *** damn near 35 actin’ like a virgin
*** cleaner than detergent, I’m tryna market
He was trippin’, made the news, now he out of service
I called up OHGEESY, what’s the word? We gon’ get to purge
Rich ***, hella thick, yeah, I got her squirty
I *** her while she on a rack, it’s a bloody ***
You hear that? ***, bop, some man down
That chopper finna booka-booka, make him stand down
Baby, I ain’t gon’ leave a *** soulless
She bend it over, spread it open, watch the *** pokey
Me and Bella’s rollin’ buzz, yeah, we gettin’ toasted
***, *** a piece, treat, we tryna split them open
Put some *** in the bathroom, playin’ with they nosy
***, play, I’ll drop a dub and watch my *** smokin’
You caught a shot now that *** choking
*** her off of Adderall I ain’t losing focus
Three *** on me now *** hocus pocus
Now you see me now you don left her in a hole
350 is it 500 in my coat
It is what it is we don’t ever love a ***
I only love my *** my kid and my ***
If I want it, then I hit her, pass it to my bro
If I want it, then I hit her, pass it to my broski
Pop a lot of seals, pour the pint by the Oskar
I don’t want her, I can hit her, pass her to my broski
Pulling up these pints, drop the seals by the Oskar
I’m fooling them, you ***, I’ma let you know the truth
Whether niggas capped out when they get up in the booth
I swear it sound good, but it sound better on mute
A *** puttin’ faith with his blick, I’ma shoot
I’m back on that ***, back on that juice
I’m back on that block, gettin’ hit up in the coupe
The real niggas walkin’, you better salute
Me and Fiends back ballin’, ***, Ali, who?
I’m talkin’ bout pickin’ roles, givin’ go, sleptin’ hoes and gettin’ dough
You ain’t tryna do the same, then what the *** you in it for?
Cookin’ with my ***, even though it’s been a mental
***’ at the kitchen, cause the pluses ain’t need 10 adults
We supply the plug, ***, we is the connection
We side niggas at your main *** stressin’
We don’t step outside if we don’t got a ***
I see a real *** when I look at my flesh
350 is it 500 in my coat
It is what it is we don’t ever love a ***
I only love my *** my kid and my ***
If I want it, then I hit her, pass it to my bro
If I want it, then I hit her, pass it to my broski
Pop a lot of seals, pour the pint by the Oskar
I don’t want her, I can hit her, pass her to my broski
Pulling up these pints, drop the seals by the Oskar