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 hoe
I only love my bitch my kid and my adult
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 bitch but not for long
Phoenix walkin’ to the room and now she gone
Politic and buy some pussy what they on
Every dog will need a bone, mine was in this bitch’s home
Nigga, yeah she gettin’ sneaky while he out work
Cuttin’ up up in her guts but I’m not a surgeon
This bitch damn near 35 actin’ like a virgin
Pussy 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 bitch, hella thick, yeah, I got her squirty
I fucked her while she on a rack, it’s a bloody murder
You hear that? Nigga, bop, some man down
That chopper finna booka-booka, make him stand down
Baby, I ain’t gon’ leave a nigga soulless
She bend it over, spread it open, watch the nigga pokey
Me and Bella’s rollin’ buzz, yeah, we gettin’ toasted
Nigga, fuck a piece, treat, we tryna split them open
Put some bitches in the bathroom, playin’ with they nosy
Nigga, play, I’ll drop a dub and watch my nigga smokin’
You caught a shot now that nigga choking
Fucked her off of Adderall I ain’t losing focus
Three bitches on me now nigga 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 hoe
I only love my bitch my kid and my adult
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 bitches, 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 nigga puttin’ faith with his blick, I’ma shoot
I’m back on that bullshit, 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’, nigga, 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 fuck you in it for?
Cookin’ with my nigga, even though it’s been a mental
Fuckin’ at the kitchen, cause the pluses ain’t need 10 adults
We supply the plug, nigga, we is the connection
We side niggas at your main bitch stressin’
We don’t step outside if we don’t got a weapon
I see a real nigga when I look at my flesh
350 is it 500 in my coat
It is what it is we don’t ever love a hoe
I only love my bitch my kid and my adult
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