FALALA! Lyrics – ISSBROKIE

Read the full FALALA! lyrics by ISSBROKIE from the album SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Issbrokie’s music, you can also explore 1THANG! and TRIP!, two other songs by Issbrokie.

[Chorus]
Fa-la-la-la, la
He don’t like no strap, my s*it fu*k, la-la-la
H-he from the mud, (??), la-la-la, la
That b!tch on my block, I be like, “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah”
Ah-ah, ah, ah, na-na-na, na
Me and my chopper sings, I’m like fa-la-la-la
Girl, this really sting, make it drop, la-la-la, la
Why you hating on me? You not la, la-la-la, la

[Verse]
She like, “BROKIE, don’t go over there”

B!tch, I got opps tryna die
They like (??) clip
I’m used to clutching the .5
Bad lil’ b!tch in the (??) want to suck on this d!ck
She told me she had a good night
She like, “BROKIE, be careful, I ain’t squirted before”
I make it sure that she dry
Two bad hoes in the back tryna fu*k this b!tch
I might go three at a time
Tryna fu*k, I don’t care about who is whipping
Either way, I’m fu*king tonight
Body wanna hit up my phone, what you living likе?
I tell that motherfu*ker gеt off my line
Ex for a preset, you getting (??)
B!tch, you couldn’t do this if you tried
She on my phone like (Dammit) ’cause I ain’t giving this d!ck up, b!tch, goodbye
Had you blicking the tech, prolly gon’ shut the boy up if his b!tch gon’ lie
She all that s*it in her butt, put that s*it in like a grown-ass woman, I’m bi
Keep a stick and it fu*k, (??) fah-fah-fah, turn that boy to the sky
I got unlimited bucks
I’m a glitch, I be running s*it up
Lions be hitting my phone at a party, they playing my s*it, b!tch, I don’t give a fu*k
Talk to me in three years, shut up
(??) a
Honestly, I should just fu*k they b!tch, that s*it be too easy, they b!tch ’boutta

I’m in her gut, she all like

[Chorus]
Fa-la-la-la, la
He don’t like no strap, my s*it fu*k, la-la-la
H-he from the mud, (??), la-la-la, la
That b!tch on my block, I be like, “Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah”
Ah-ah, ah, ah, na-na-na, na
Me and my chopper sings, I’m like fa-la-la-la
Girl, this really sting, make it drop, la-la-la, la
Why you hating on me? You not la, la-la-la, la