
Broke Boys (Pro Choice) Juice WRLD
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[Intro]
Double R
808 Pounds
Double R, skrr
Double R
[Chorus]
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
[Verse 1]
Do this in my sleep, catching zzz's
Death Race on repeat
It went number one for weeks
Yeah I know that I'm a beast
Versace on the fleece, uh, and your girl a freak
Um, hop in the sheets, then slob on my knob, make a mess on the D
Uh, honest to god, know you stress when you kiss her
All on my line, she be messaging me, uh
She get mad 'cause I don't love her back, I don't miss her
You should come and get her (Get her), her pussy’s a hisser
Push the button on her clit, and she got wet, I hit a surf
Oh yeah, high tide, hanging 10 on your turf
And she drink my kids like a Margarita mixer
Double R
808 Pounds
Double R, skrr
Double R
[Chorus]
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
Double R, Rolls-Royce, .30 clip, oh boy
All of y'all my sons, killing y'all, pro-choice
Bloody ears, my noise, library, yo' voice
Plus y'all broke boys, flex on 'em, steroids
[Verse 1]
Do this in my sleep, catching zzz's
Death Race on repeat
It went number one for weeks
Yeah I know that I'm a beast
Versace on the fleece, uh, and your girl a freak
Um, hop in the sheets, then slob on my knob, make a mess on the D
Uh, honest to god, know you stress when you kiss her
All on my line, she be messaging me, uh
She get mad 'cause I don't love her back, I don't miss her
You should come and get her (Get her), her pussy’s a hisser
Push the button on her clit, and she got wet, I hit a surf
Oh yeah, high tide, hanging 10 on your turf
And she drink my kids like a Margarita mixer
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