Ying Yang Twins - Dispose Of Broadz lyrics
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I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha Verse One: Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce Known for kickin' bitches out, all they wanna do Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back Bitches known for showin' other nigga's where you kick it at Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch His nigga's better show him who unified To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside Bitch! I'm just like you Bitch! I smoke weed to Bitch! I need gee'z so look Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my I don't give a fuck! die! now bitch bye! You blowin' my high! Chorus: I love myself, I hug myself an if I had a pussy I fuck myself See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz Now who in the hell came here to stop me I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha Now who in the hell came to get it started I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha {2x} Verse Two: Fuck these nigga's who dropped me on my head When I was younger, I did some wild shit To make these nigga's wonder Am I craze, or am I straight sick Round with these fuckin' lunatic's You talk shit! You get yo wig split! If you wanna try me! You must be ready to die bitch! I ain't scared to die bitch! Ya see it's just a hobby! God gave me time, I was game from my birth I couldn't let the shit go to waist I had to put this shit to work I'm just a ghetto ass nigga! With the street knowledge I was gave! You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage! Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up You shouldn't have never fucked up! Now you lookin' fucked up! Blew his head clean off his shoulder I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us Bitch! Chorus Verse Three: I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and shit When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch Grab yo bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch Tame yo bitch, cuz she be runnin' game ya bitch Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz A bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if I had a pussy I fuck myself See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz Chorus Verse Four: Punchin' got a long head Ballin' keep my artillery Gangsta so I'm a mission shit Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on bitches Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and At the same time bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL soldiers Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah! First ya got to take yo muthafuckin' draw's off Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down You better draw the straw now, you done Fucked Up'ed Now! This how we do it in the A-T-L For them hoes who think they pussy fire ass hell Got a game for that ass big dick's to match Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em If you clockin' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit 'Em! Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act But they switch up, bitch up and call ya back Say what? Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back Say what? Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back And We! shake them hoes off what! Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what! Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what! Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga Shake them hoes off Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes, These bitches swtich dick's like outfit's Hoes, ya need to find another route Figure that a nigga be thugged out And we off in the club
