"Brooke's"

Prod. AngelLaCiencia Beats Lyrics: My parents were gonna name my brothers or myself 'Brooke' if we were a girl. Ironically, I've been with more Brooke's than any other named woman. Ayyy Brookie, Brookie, Brookie, I gotcha Whoosh, Brookie, ayyy, Brookie Wet up, Brookie, slap that, Brookie Wet up, Brookie, I got you, Brookie She always keeps it wet like a brook Ayyy I couldn't make this up in a book Ayyy I've been with so many Brooke's, man I'm cooked Whoo, she got that smoke I'm bout to blow that soot Yea head to her toes, she's a brook Green eyes, fat ass, she ain't a rook She's so wet when she sees me, she's like whoosh Pretty lips, tight waist, and the ahhh She's a Brooke Dirty muhfucka, she will push Tender little bitty, she turn to mush She did good Talking over the phone and she got freaky She told me she's rubbing on me her pussy, I'm like 'Jesus' She goes to church more than I do, how can I be her preacher She really loves the cowgirl, I'm like 'Girl I'm not a cowboy' She likes to wrastle and get rowdy Ayyy next time bring a friend and let's get crowded Fat pussy, ushy gooshy, beatiful smile, I wish she would she I love her style, she's sweet like pudding Down for whatever and I'm like 'Goodie' She got them Ciara 'Goodies' I really can't say enough about that cookie But we had fun doing other stuff Going on dates and doing the lovey dove How could you forget that fun we had Don't be an ugly one You're an inspiration How bout we all get together and take a vacation Trifecta Ooo baby, you're laking, you're really going, like the ocean You were so wet it was crazy baby Had to wipe off my face with a hankerchief Took a hit of the piff and relaxed Now flip over now it's time for your back She get to sucking and slobbering the max Afterwards I'll take you to TJ Maxx Yea we can get popping and flex Cause I don't need much but St. Vincent's And you showed me your house, that's respect I know you really wanted me all the way in And there's nothing that I would redact Except we shoulda fucked more in the past Ay I love you, I'll never forget you But if you know anyone with your name, give me their digits I'm still living the picture You could say it's an addiction, how much I love women And it ain't a riddle I'm just saying, I'm in a pickle All of these women of different ethnicities, and I'm in the middle I'm lifting three times my body weight, like I'm a beetle I'm sneaking through that little door like I'm a beagle Oh Brookie, Brooklyn, B-Mo, Brookie BB, Booty B, Brooklyn, hey BB Brooklyn, hebibi, hey Brookie, Brookie Brooke, Brookie, B, hey baby Brooklyn, Brooklyn, hey baby, hebibi Hey Brooklyn, hey Brooke, hey Brooke, hey Brooklyn Hey Brookie, hey Brooke I'll wet ya up, I'll get ya up, I'll flex it up, I've had enough I'll fed it up, I'll wet it up