Brokey Lyrics by Latto
When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown
You ain’t never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out
You won’t catch me in no Shark boots, y’all burnt ’em out
Bitches gotta wait till they birthday to go out of town
Yeah, I got my twin with me, you know what the fuck we doin’
Twenty black suburbans wherever the fuck we go, bitch
Two Lambs, four Bentley trucks and twenty Hellcats
Get on with a real nigga though
When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown
You ain’t never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out
You won’t catch me in no Shark boots, y’all burnt ’em out
Bitches gotta wait till they birthday to go out of town
Brokey, yeah, I talk a lot of shit
He like, “Who you think you is?,” nigga, not your bitch
Brokey, nigga, not your ho
Think he got one up on me, whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin
Bitch, I be going in
Bitches clearly want my life and it’s so evident
Cook, clean and fuck him right, I’m so heaven-sent
What I look like asking him about another bitch? Hmm
Might tell you once, won’t tell you twice
If hoes shut up we’d be alright, see, y’all gon’ tweet and I’m gon’ fight (Facts)
Yeah, these hoes sweet as apple pie
Ain’t got no car, so hoes dickride, but bro said y’all can’t even do that
What? Why? How? When? Where?
Just let me know how you want to play it, bitch, you know I’m there
If it was smoke, then I would say it, bitch, I’m crystal clear
Left my panties at his mansion like a souvenir
When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown
You ain’t never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out
You won’t catch me in no Shark boots, y’all burnt ’em out
Bitches gotta wait till they birthday to go out of town
Brokey, yeah, I talk a lot of shit
He like, “Who you think you is?,” nigga, not your bitch
Brokey, nigga, not your ho
Think he got one up on me, whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin
Misses Can’t-Be-Fucked-With, hoes ain’t talking ’bout nothin’
Everytime I look up, I’m the topic of discussion
I’m in a fast coupe, you in a bad mood (Skrrt, aww)
Funky bitch, you left your pussy in the bathroom, eww
You gon’ meet him halfway
I’m gon’ meet him at the bank, I’m the type to make him wait
You the type to give it up, it’s hard for me to give a fuck
You gon’ let him plead his case, a bitch like me can’t go for nothin’
Huh? Know what’s in my cup
When I leave the club, consider that nigga fucked
When you mention me, don’t forget rich as fuck
Pussy squeaky clean, but I got junk up in the trunk (Damn)
When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown
You ain’t never fuck with no boss bitch, I turned you out
You won’t catch me in no Shark boots, y’all burnt ’em out
Bitches gotta wait till they birthday to go out of town
Brokey, yeah, I talk a lot of shit
He like, “Who you think you is?,” nigga, not your bitch
Brokey, nigga, not your ho
Think he got one up on me, whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin
Brokey (These bitches broke)
Brokey (These bitches broke)
Brokey, these bitches broke
Big Latto, Big Latto, Big Latto
American rapper