Ying Yang Twins - Dispose Of Broadz
I don't give a fk about these nigg*'s or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo as* b*tch!!! ahh-ha
Verse One:
fk them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' girls 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
girls known for showin' other nigg*'s where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a b*tch got him sick, if he a sucker for love b*tch
His nigg*'s better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
b*tch! I'm just like you
b*tch! I smoke weed to
b*tch! I need gee'z so look
b*tch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a fk! die! now b*tch bye!
You blowin' my high!
Chorus:
I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a p*ssy I fk myself
See real as* nigg*'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:
fk these nigg*'s who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild s**t
To make these nigg*'s wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these fkin' lunatic's
You talk s**t! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die b*tch!
I ain't scared to die b*tch!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
God gave me time, I was game from my birth
I couldn't let the s**t go to waist
I had to put this s**t to work
I'm just a ghetto as* nigg*!
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 fked up!
Now you lookin' fked 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 as* soldier's ain't no way you can stop us b*tch!
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 s**t
When I stab that trick, you can have the b*tch
Grab yo b*tch, you need to try to train yo b*tch
Tame yo b*tch, cuz she be runnin' game ya b*tch
Now you all in a nigg* grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
No d*mn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
A b*tch will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a p*ssy I fk myself
See real as* nigg*'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 s**t
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on girls
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time b*tch, you fkin' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigg* hell nah!
First ya got to take yo muth*fkin' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw now, you done
fked Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they p*ssy fire as* hell
Got a game for that as* big d*ck'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' nigg* spit 'em nigg* Spit 'Em!
Stupid as* hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, b*tch up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd as* hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b*tch up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd as* hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b*tch up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
nigg*! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigg*
Shake them hoes off
nigg* we ain't got no love for these hoes,
These girls swtich d*ck's like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a nigg* be thugged out
And we off in the club
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