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Ying Yang Twins
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Dispose of Broadz
I don't give a fuck about These niggas or these hoes Don't you ever, don't you ever Make me spit on yo ass bitch, ahh, ha
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 geez 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
I love myself, I hug myself And 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
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
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 crazy or am I straight sick?
Round with these fuckin' lunatics 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 waste
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 jeans when you wash 'em Trill ass soldier's, ain't no way you can stop us, bitch
I love myself, I hug myself And 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
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
I be bustin' nuts 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 And 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
I love myself, I hug myself And 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
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
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' draws off 'Cuz real players '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? Stupid ass hoes be try'na act But they switch up and bitch up and call ya back Say what? Stupid 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 switch 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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