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