Precious Paris

Precious Paris - Broke Nicca lyrics

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I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

Just burry my moms

He’s so worn out

Thought I was Ms so schooled

They totally going out

Well, him, my Vaughnell was just a case

Cause all I see is phony fuckers smiling in my face

Saying, we fear him,giving deaths at him right here

But there’s no but here

So perry dope here, yeah

I’m at my break

Pass the pointy toes

Up in the hood, motherfucker anything goes

Put you flag in the air

Nigger wrap your set

P dot,dollar sign

Put your state wet

Any you on deck?

My niggas need check

Cause they ain’t met a boss bitch like me yet

The tigers telling me: sorry you know, but bitches don’t..

I’m what you want, but you ain’t what I need

I need a nigger that could top my credibility

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

Lord knows I’m trying

Even though everybody around me dying

Everything ain’t what it seems

Behind the covers of a magazine

I’m seeing nightmares when I dream

I fight through!

Featuring on the track play you

Don’t ask me why my whole crew rockin’ that blue

Yes, yes we we used to go perry

Don’t ask me to spit no..

My sell ain’t free

Don’t call the tax if it ain’t about money

To hell with you LOLs bitch ain’t shit funny

I’m trying to get it up

No trick, not your dick

Look at my wrists

I ain’t got time for this

I’m a paper chaser, boss bitch

Got the spine for this

Look at me, you gonna see what grines in this

Fuck her fifteen minutes, ride a gang infinite

I will say no limits

Wishing you was in it

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a friend that’ll cut me in the throat nigger

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca

I don’t need a broke nicca.

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