You Broke Lyrics

[Hook: YG]
You broke – shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin'...
All my, all my fet up
You broke – shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin'...
All my, all my feta

[Verse 1: YG]
You hoe rat that p*ssy throwback
I'm some f*ck
You ain't gotta be a sighn just to know that
getting to that money, nothin' before that
Bitch I'll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat
Yeah I'm tired of hearing' about what you need bitch
I'm tired of paying for you weaves bitch
I'm tired of you f*ckin' me, tryin' to get pregnant
Knowin' if you had a baby yo broke ass couldnt help
couldn't help it
I be ridin' through the city banging' 2 Chainz
I ain't worried 'bout the police, I got two names
Keep the strap 'cause sometimes you gotta do things
She give away that p*ssy like loose change
Tryna have a nigga baby, the the sile never jayjay
This ain't recess, bitch you know I don't play-play
Just bought akay just took a vacay
Nigga you too broke, you need to call Triple A, eh?

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[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
How you f*ck for cash but you not a ho?
And how I'm gon' respect you if your pockets broke?
On your rap sheet a whole lot of bros
It's a clinic on Western but you out of dough You're broke, your p*ssy stink, you borrow clothes
Lost the little ass that you had playin' with your
nose
I dedicate this to my last ho
Swear I got cash and started actin' like asshole
Catch up, keep up, Cutlass with the beat up
I be buyin' pounds, so naw we can't peace up
Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna f*ck the king,
huh?
It's money over bitches, never f*ck this thing up
She still fainted when she seen us
I'm a Grade A nigga, youse a C+
I got a room a got a broom, bitch, clean up
Hit the blade, and play my fee up

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[Verse 3: YG]
You shopping at Louis when your baby need WIC
You buying buying vibraters whn you know you need dick
You sick – you triflin'
I heard in the 'hood your bitch cyclin'
Nobody wifin' yours...
Young nigga got money, no yeah
Fast money, fast bitches takin' hot baths
And me and relations don't last
I'm hustlin', hustlin', got the bands on my Scotty
Sandow
I'm hangin' out the window, bangin' out the widow
Throw it up chunky - wrists all chunky
I heard your p*ssy smell funky
And I ain't used to what you're used to
The only thing in your ear is a Bluetooth
You niggas ain't blinged-out, 20 racks I blow that
5-10-15 I let my nigga hold that

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