| Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
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| I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches
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| Hierarchy
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| Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)
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| How many chains can my jeweler make? |
| (You see it)
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| See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| How many hoes can a nigga take? |
| (Woah)
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| Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
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| I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
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| Broke up with all my bitches
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| I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)
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| Since you know I’m rich (rich)
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| You know she wanna date me (date me)
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| Fucked her in L.A. (A)
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| That’s California-cation ('cation)
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| Give a fuck what you thought (thought)
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| So many cars and so many gold (gold)
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| I fucked up a lot (lot)
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| Broke up, my fault, remember the code (code)
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| Yeah! |
| But I’m only gettin' richer, yeah
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| Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah
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| It didn’t shock me when she kissed her, yeah
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| I can’t be trustin' all these hoes, no
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| Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)
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| How many chains can my jeweler make? |
| (You see it)
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| See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| How many hoes can a nigga take? |
| (Woah)
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| Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
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| I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
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| Broke up with all my bitches
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| I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)
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| I’m Weezy baby, no hard labor
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| I beat it up, I throw haymakers
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| And I ain’t tryna be a heartbreaker
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| And that’s word to the pacemakers
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| I’ll shake her off like a salt shaker
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| If she ain’t tryna be a team player
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| We could watch what we had go up in flames
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| That’s cremation
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| I’m bein' patient when we embracin'
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| We just kick it 'til my knee in braces
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| But I close my eyes and start seein' faces
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| Of all the bitches that she replacin'
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| And my old hoes will be elated
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| To have the chance to be reinstated
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| And these new hoes will be elated
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| To have the chance to be my latest, and that’s real
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| Yeah! |
| But I’m only gettin' richer, yeah (Tunechi)
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| Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah (Mula, baby!)
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| It didn’t shock me when she kissed her, yeah
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| I can’t be trustin' all these hoes, no (all these, fuck these hoes)
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| Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)
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| Man, fuck these hoes
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| How many chains can my jeweler make? |
| (You see it)
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| Fuck these hoes
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| See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| Fuck these hoes
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| How many hoes can a nigga take? |
| (Woah)
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| I just fucked these hoes
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| Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
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| I just fucked these hoes
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| I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
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| I just fucked these hoes
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| Broke up with all my bitches
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| I just fucked these hoes
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| I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh)
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| Uh, uh, send sexy pics to my phone, big daddy wish he was home (that's right)
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| Bubbles in my jacuzzis (that's right) just like we did out in Rome (that's
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| right)
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| Took her shoppin' for Loub' (that's right), said the Berkin was better (that's
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| right)
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| Suitcases full of black dollars (that's right), you know I’m workin' for
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| cheddar (that's right)
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| Versace shoes and the robes (that's right), and fuck the expensive clothes
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| (that's right)
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| When she lay on her back (that's right), I try to suck out her soul (that's
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| right)
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| Make her shakin' and shiver (that's right), all these wonderful trembles
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| (that's right)
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| Oh no, I can’t be your man (oh, no), I’m just that one to remember (that's
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| right)
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| We had a hell of a time (that's right), you left in time just for church
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| (that's right)
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| Pray that you please say a prayer (that's right) for all my dawgs who do dirt
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| (amen)
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| Hit my phone if you need me (that's right), I’m at the drop of a needle (that's
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| right)
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| Hatin' on your G-Wagon (that's right), tell 'em you just copped the sequel,
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| that’s right
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| Roll with a boss (that's right), Jason Dinero (that's right)
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| We took a stroll through the mall and she got the set of stilettos
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| I got 'em
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| Yeah! |
| (M-M-M, that’s right)
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| But I’m only gettin' richer, yeah
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| (M-M)
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| Paparazzi takin' pictures, yeah
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| (Maybach Music)
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| It didn’t shock me when she kissed her, yeah
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| I can’t be trustin' all these hoes, no (M-M-M)
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| Oh, we be gettin' money like it’s '88 (like '88)
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| How many chains can my jeweler make? |
| (You see it)
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| See that brand new Wraith, them Forgiatos skain' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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| How many hoes can a nigga take? |
| (Woah)
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| Bro-bro-broke up with all my bitches
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| I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (woah!)
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| Broke up with all my bitches
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| I-I-I got rich and then broke up with all my bitches (oh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broke Up , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album No Ceilings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп