Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Homes, artist - The Plug. Album song Plug Talk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Plug
Song language: English
Broken Homes |
| We coming from broken homes |
| My niggas still smoking cones |
| And bitches knowing all the songs |
| The Rollie need frozen stones |
| And we be trapping on them phones like BT |
| And she ain’t ever phoning home like E. T |
| I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones) |
| I fuck her with the Rolex on (Rolex on) |
| Yeah |
| The price too low, we ain’t pulling up to that show (Nah) |
| I’m repping for the O, the CEO, and I got the shooters on go (Yeah) |
| I made a type of money I ain’t seen before |
| Paying out the lord, tryna beat the law |
| It’s 4 AM, I might creep some more |
| Bad little bitch, she gon' freak some more |
| Yeah, yeah, uh |
| The bottom ain’t a place for me |
| I’m running to the money impatiently |
| In a room full of niggas you would hate to meet (Yeah) |
| All I ever did is wait patiently |
| But that was never getting none done for me |
| We strapped on the body like dungarees |
| She wanna fuck the kid and make love with me |
| The zone still lit, and you know the throne still lit, ayy |
| You smoking one spliff, I’m smoking one zip |
| I tell 'em niggas get it how you live, yeah |
| You’re looking at your wrist, and you ain’t got a crib |
| I tell them niggas get it how you live, yeah |
| We’re buying more bricks, we’re buying more sticks |
| They told me I should get it how I live |
| We coming from broken homes (Broken homes) |
| My niggas still smoking cones (Smoking cones) |
| And bitches knowing all the songs |
| The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones) |
| And we be trapping on them phones like BT |
| And she ain’t ever phoning home like E. T |
| I be in the coldest zones (Coldest zones) |
| I fuck her with the Rolex on |
| Brown sugar, I was just rolling stones (Rolling stones) |
| Heron Preston long black coat (Yeah) |
| Heroin in my pores (Yeah) |
| I was in an all black cab with a bad b |
| She had to ask if this is Fake Taxi |
| Need to take this kilo home (Yeah, kilo home) |
| Nokia, all my phones (Yeah) |
| Still stressed, got a broken dome (Dome) |
| Bought a ting just to match my clothes |
| No face, no case, straight ace |
| Wimbledon Rolex on (Rolex on) |
| Nafe could’ve hit her with the ice on deck |
| No Riz gotta bill it with Smallz (Bill it with Smallz) |
| No, prick, I don’t answer your calls (No no) |
| Broken homes and it wasn’t my fault (Yeah) |
| Got some bags in a bag in the vault |
| Got some dude from Swiss on my coat (On my coat) |
| This ain’t no joke |
| Jugg on my own |
| Got me a house on the road |
| I’m real and it’s all in my bone (Bone) |
| Broken homes but I didn’t fold (I didn’t fold) |
| I got me some cash and it doesn’t fold |
| I smoke me a zip, I sign out from the world (Yeah, yeah) |
| We coming from broken homes (Broken homes) |
| My niggas still smoking cones (Smoking cones) |
| And bitches knowing all the songs (All the songs) |
| The Rollie need frozen stones (Frozen stones) |
| And we be trapping on them phones like BT |
| And she ain’t ever phoning home like E. T |
| I be in the coldest zones |
| I fuck her with the Rolex on |
| I fuck her with the Rolex on (Yeah) |
| I fuck her to all of my songs (Yeah) |
| I put a chandelier in my home (Yeah) |
| I’m hopping on a lear and I’m gone (I'm gone) |
| I fuck her like a dog need a bone (A bone) |
| I’m with Thug to pull the choppers all rose (All rose) |
| Now I spend a hundred thousand on clothes (On clothes) |
| Fashion week, I did a video for Vogue (Yeah) |
| Ask around, I been off the porch (I been off the porch) |
| Her ass fat and her hair real long (Hair real long) |
| Skinny nigga and I’m smokin' on the narcs (On narcs) |
| Run 4 and I get in my zone (Get in my zone) |
| In the kitchen, had to cook it with a fork (With a fork) |
| Life’s changed now my car is a Porsche (Is a Porsche) |
| And that nigga dripping harder then ya boy (Yeah) |
| So now my niggas have a party with ya whore (Party with ya whore) |
| Hit the club and pop a bottle with ya boy (Bottle with ya boy) |
| We got money, gotta let these bitches know (Let these bithces know) |
| Paint a picture, got a A+ in art (A+ in art) |
| In MIA with the top out the car (Top out the car) |
| Want a star, so I iced out the star (Iced out the star) |
| Fuck the cops, we don’t live by the law (Live by the law) |
| He a bitch, I been rich with a saw (With a saw) |
| You lil niggas don’t know what I saw (Don't know what I saw) |
| We coming from broken homes |
| My niggas still smoking cones |
| And bitches knowing all the songs |
| The Rollie need frozen stones |
| And we be trapping on them phones like BT |
| And she ain’t ever phoning home like E. T |
| I be in the coldest zones |
| I fuck her with the Rolex on |