letra de broke hoes - lil sixx
[chorus: m.d.b.]
broke hoes, broke hoes
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck
broke hoes, broke hoes
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke ho-broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
and n-ggas talkin’ sh-t gettin’ stomped by the willett kl!ck
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke hoes on my d-ck can only gеt they ass kicked
broke hoеs on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
and n-ggas talkin’ sh-t gettin’ stomped by the willett kl!ck
[verse 1: m.d.b.]
creepin’ out the cut, f-cked up, glock is in my hand
infrared at your head, time to k!ll another man
blast a trick, f-ck a b-tch, dumpin’ bodies in the ditch
and that’s just how it is when you make the real n-gga cl!ck
rollin’ with my n-gga sixx, breakin’ b-tches on our d-cks
willett schoolin’ these hoes that think they sl!ck but we say, f-ck a b-tch
what’s up, though? yeah, you know, where my motherf-ckin’, ho?
don’t gimme no sh-t about business bein’ slow, just bring me the f-ckin’ cash flow
to my hand, i’m the mane, b-tches better understand
how i do this sh-t ’cause i’m so sl!ck, and you just sold your cat
duck, l-st, don’t trust every b-tch up on my d-ck
if you not put it in your mouth, then why you swingin’ on me, trick?
’cause i’m still keepin’ they back broke, and just lettin’ off pistol smoke
f-ckin’ around with the pimpin’ of a real n-gga, still gon’ get your ass towed
now, what more can i say about a nothin’-ass triflin’ b-tch?
m.d.b. ain’t goin’, mane, so mother f-ck a trick
[chorus: m.d.b.]
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
and n-ggas talkin’ sh-t gettin’ stomped by the willett kl!ck
[verse 2: lil sixx]
slizzuts on my d-ck, ’cause they know my game way too thick
pimp n-ggas hittin’ on a real n-ggas makes me mad, so dig this player sh-t
ten toes down on all you stouts, b-tches gotta check it in
first f-ck is for free, next time we f-ck i want some dividends
some of these hoes they think they sl!ck, b-tch, you bet’ not make me mad
hit your knees, [?], get this nut, and give me all that cash
boy, you better check your ho, why you tried to play me, though?
she gon’ roll with the [?], anyway, [?] i thought you know
when she choose, trick, you lose in this game, know the rules
while you try to save her, i’ma tame her just to school you fools
’cause [?] off this sh-t, [?] no man ’til lil’ sixx
have your ho-ass hold her tight, ’cause player, i took from your b-tch
[chorus: m.d.b.]
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass—
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
and n-ggas talkin’ sh-t gettin’ stomped by the willett kl!ck
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
broke-broke hoes on my d-ck can only get they ass kicked
and n-ggas talkin’ sh-t, gettin’ stomped by the willett kl!ck
[verse 3: sir mike g]
sir mike g, witness me, big d, b-tches down
with a [?] ho-ass p, while i’m full of crown
got the .380, sellin’ coke, big nuts
busters can not f-ck with this, make them hoes bite the dust
helicopters after me, pigs have no sympathy
if they catch me i’m headin’ straight to penitentiary
net worth; tv folks, feds all up on my nuts
constantly showin’ police [?] tapes of me k!llin’ folks
servin’ the, mentally, ass on the front page
when i [?] finishin’, i’m loced up like johnny cage
chiefin’ hay, smoked out, indo in my f-ckin’ brain
clouds of smoke comin’ out my mouth like a choo-choo train
nuts hangin’, yalk sw-ngin’, runnin’ through my neighborhood
ghetto-ass n-gga from the projects, i ain’t no f-ckin’ good
b-tches hit me on my h-rn, where my motherf-ckin’ cheese?
come up and show my cash or i’ma blast your ass to your f-ckin’ knees
i don’t love no flaugin’ tricks, like i said in my f-ckin’ song
f-ckin’ with the pimpin’ sh-t, hit you in the dome of the crown
kickin’ it with my n-gga sixx, f-ckin’ up your residents
b-tches be comin’ up missin’, we lynchin’ their bodies [?]
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