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Download from amazon.com Dispose Of Broadz lyrics

Rating: 1.13
Song Details
Artist(s)
  • Ying Yang Twins
  • Album(s)
  • Thug Walkin' (buy)
  • I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes
    Don't you ever, don't you ever
    Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha

    Verse One:

    Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce
    Known for kickin' bitches 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
    Bitches known for showin' other nigga's where you kick it at
    Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
    With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch
    His nigga's better show him who unified
    To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
    Bitch! I'm just like you
    Bitch! I smoke weed to
    Bitch! I need gee'z so look
    Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
    I don't give a fuck! die! now bitch bye!
    You blowin' my high!

    Chorus:

    I love myself, I hug myself an if
    I had a pussy I fuck myself
    See real ass nigga'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:

    Fuck these nigga's who dropped me on my head
    When I was younger, I did some wild shit
    To make these nigga's wonder
    Am I craze, or am I straight sick
    Round with these fuckin' lunatic's
    You talk shit! You get yo wig split!
    If you wanna try me!
    You must be ready to die bitch!
    I ain't scared to die bitch!
    Ya see it's just a hobby!
    God gave me time, I was game from my birth
    I couldn't let the shit go to waist
    I had to put this shit to work
    I'm just a ghetto ass nigga!
    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 fucked up!
    Now you lookin' fucked 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 ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us Bitch!

    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 shit
    When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch
    Grab yo bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch
    Tame yo bitch, cuz she be runnin' game ya bitch
    Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole
    Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
    No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
    A bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her
    That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
    I had a pussy I fuck myself
    See real ass nigga'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 shit
    Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on bitches
    Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
    At the same time bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL soldiers
    Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah!
    First ya got to take yo muthafuckin' draw's off
    Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
    You better draw the straw now, you done
    Fucked Up'ed Now!
    This how we do it in the A-T-L
    For them hoes who think they pussy fire ass hell
    Got a game for that ass big dick'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' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit 'Em!
    Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act
    But they switch up, bitch up and call ya back
    Say what?
    Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
    But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back
    Say what?
    Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
    But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back
    And We! shake them hoes off what!
    Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
    Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
    Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga
    Shake them hoes off

    Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes,
    These bitches swtich dick's like outfit's
    Hoes, ya need to find another route
    Figure that a nigga be thugged out
    And we off in the club

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