Dispose Of Broadz

Ying Yang Twins

Composición de: Beat-In-Azz/D-Roc
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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