Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broke Hos, artist - Yukmouth. Album song 18k - The Golden Era: Disc 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
Broke Hos |
You gotta have a j-o-b |
If you wanna be wit me Cause broke ho’s is a no-no |
Broke ho’s is a n-o-, n-o- fa sho |
I’m tired of these motherfuckers |
Talkin bout broke ass ho’s |
You motherfuckin right I’ma broke ass ho Breakin yo motherfuckin ass off every time I see you |
I needs my cash man |
Gotta have it, gon have it, gon get it |
(Yukmouth) |
Who’s the mack, I’m the mack, you’s the mack |
Kickin a gangsta limpin pimpin like Pretty cone |
Now it’s your herringbone I’m wearin home |
(Numskull) |
Dearly beloved, I’m so low-budget no gold nugget’s |
Chillin in the two do’cutlass same ol’bucket |
(Yukmouth) |
I love it when them bitches call me J. J Cause I’m the bebe, them bitches come visit |
on pay day |
(Numskull) |
To get checks to buy leather coats |
That’s why I’m solo |
Cause broke bitches is a no no Bitch that’s just like when that nigga |
Took me to Vegas, his fat ass fell asleep |
I got him for his Rolex, and his car keys (whaat) |
When I initialed back to the town |
Sold his triple gold for a playa’s price (HAHA!) |
(Yukmouth) |
My balls spin off the wall mic goes, psycho’s |
Therapy to carry me, and felt me A bitch can’t help less that bitch wealthy |
Cause they ain’t shit but ho’s and tricks |
So I goes and gives the bitch the stolen grip |
That left on my nigga’s clothes and shit |
Vogues and shit, for my hooptie, gucci link |
Me don’t wanna no broke ass hoochie |
Cause they coochie stink |
Think, while your fa sho sho, bitch is a no no Nigga’s kick down you do’at the kick |
She got your ass licked at the mo mo Don’t no why ya trustin the bitch |
Cause she suckin ya dick |
But he fuckin ya bitch |
In the mix, don’t get it twisted |
These bitches be broke as fuck |
Knowin the under they be posted up Sellin but on Novero, make dinero cash |
Or get the eight and half up yo narrow ass |
I lay my pimpin down like Ron O’Neal |
Chill in the village, deal wit more |
Clean dope fiend like Willis, broke bitches kill me Oohhh, bitch ain’t that Num from the Luniz |
Yeah, I heard that motherfucker got hella scrilla |
You ain’t knowin, I’ma set the motherfucker up Get him high wit this sunshine pussy |
And Nummy all mine, ohh yeah |
(Numskull) |
I wanna fuck and that’s it After that split |
I didn’t kiss ya cause ya breath smelled like shit |
I only stayed cause you was lickin me But then I got fed up because ya dookie braid’s was stickin me Ya lookin like ya from the blue lagoon |
But I ain’t trippin cause I know that you’ll be leavin soon |
Bitch, you only wit me cause you think dat I’m rich |
You fuck twenty mo’nigga’s, then come to me Sayin you got the itch |
But I ain’t got it punk, I use to jimmy |
Uh-uh, remember that day we was fuckin to humpty hump |
The rubber broke, and I jumped |
Hit my head on the lamp |
Cause I was amped, off of drank and the hamps |