YG - You Broke lyrics

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Bitch you broke,

Shut up! Don't talk to me,

Get your bread up

and we used to fuck but I got fed up,

we eatin', all my niggas fed up.

Bitch you broke,

Shut up! Don't talk to me,

Get your bread up

and we used to fuck but I got fed up,

we eatin', all my niggas fed up.

You a whole rap, that p**sy throwback I'm some to f*ck

You ain’t gotta be a scientist just to know that

Been to that money, nothin’ before that

Bitch I’ll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat

Yeah I’m tired of hearin’ about what you need, bitch

I’m tired of preparin’ for your weeks, bitch

I’m tired of you fuckin’ me, tryin’ to get pregnant

Knowin’ if you had a baby you’ll say you fuckin’ couldn’t help it

I 've been ridin' through the city ridin' 2 Chainz

I ain’t worried ‘bout the police, I got two names

Keep the sharp ‘cause sometimes you gotta do things

She give away that pussy like loose change

Tryna have a nigga baby, the ceiling never Jay Jay

This ain’t recess, bitch you know I don’t play-play

Just bought AK just took a vacay

Nigga you too broke, you need to call triple A, eh?

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How you fuck for cash but you not a hoe?

And how I’m gon’ respect you if your pockets broke?

On your rap sheet a whole lot of bros

It’s a clinic on Western but you out of gold

You’re broke, your pussy stink, you borrow clothes

Lost your little ass that you had playin’ with your nose

I dedicate this to my last hoe

Swear I got cash and started actin’ like an asshole

Catch up, keep up, Cutlass with the beat up

I've been buyin’ pounds, so naw we can’t peace up

Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna fuck the king, huh?

It’s money over bitches p**sy never fuck this thing up

She still fainted when she seen us

I’m a Grade A nigga, use a C+

I got a room a got a broom, bitch, clean up

Hit the blade, and play my fee up

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You shoppin’ that Louis when your baby need Wick

Using vibrators when you know you need dick

Bitch you sick, hoe you triflin'

I heard in the hood your p**sy be cyclin’

Nobody wifin’ your ass

Young nigga got dick no yeah

Fast money, fast bitches takin’ hoe baths

And me and relations don't last

My nigga must have got the Benz on, my clips got the stand hoes,

I’m hangin’ out the window, bangin’ out the widow

Throw it up chunky, wrists all chunky

I heard your homie f*cking and your pussy smell funky

And I ain’t used to what you’re used to

The only thing in your ears is a Bluetooth

You niggas ain’t blinged-out, 20 racks I blow it out

5-10-15 I let my niggas hold that.

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Thanks to maya for correcting these lyrics