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letra de broke leg - tory lanez, quavo & tyga

[intro]
everything foreign, hahaha

[chorus: tory lanez]
what, i told her drop that -ss, ’til you can’t no more
shake that -ss up and down like your leg was broke
take that big ol’ booty girl, and scrub the ground
you f-ck with a real n-gg- when the thugs were down

[verse 1: tory lanez]
you done walked in like you invented the door
you don’t listen to a opinions from these sensitive hoes
up and down on that d-ck like you ain’t did it before
shawty suck that d-ck like she invented the dome
i see lil’ mama in here twerkin’ like she don’t work a job
she let me touch that body like i work in m-ssage
oh, she in her late 30s? she a bad lil’ b-tch
all that age sh-t don’t matter, not a tad lil’ bit
i take ’em 20, take ’em 30, take ’em 50 years old
get her shakin’ that -ss like a video hoe
she hit the club tonight in her pink dress
she hit that n-gg- like, ‘why the f-ck ain’t you pay my rent check?’

[chorus: tory lanez]
bounce that -ss ’til you can’t no more
shake that -ss up and down like your leg was broke
take that big ol’ booty girl, and scrub the ground
you f-ck with a real n-gg- when the thugs were down

[post-chorus: o.t genasis]
i said, you workin’ with some -ss, yeah, some -ss, yeah
make a n-gg- spend his bag here, his bag here
make a n-gg- pop a tag yeah, his tag yeah
f-ck a n-gg- like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: quavo]
what’s up, though? it’s the huncho (quavo)
bounce that -ss, hoe (-ss)
i’ma let cash go (cash)
b-tch, you already know how my gang roll (gang)
if they pull up, we turn it to the stripper bowl (strippy!)
she with that sh-t, can she do it with a stick? (she wit it! d-mn)
big banana, can she do it on a split? (bow!)
get flew’d out, take you on your first trip (oh)
can’t clock out ’til noon, ’cause you still countin’ tips (no)
pop out, say “ooh, lookin’ good,” with your b-tch (pop-out)
rock out ’til june, in the summertime we lit (rock out)
pop up balloons, it’s your birthday, b-tch (woo)
all the rich n-gg-s wanna save this b-tch (ah)

[post-chorus: o.t genasis]
i said, you workin’ with some -ss, yeah, some -ss, yeah
make a n-gg- spend his bag here, his bag here
make a n-gg- pop a tag yeah, a tag yeah
f-ck a n-gg- like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 3: tyga]
you know who she call when she flew into town
she told me she would never f-ck with me, look at her now
got the lambo sittin’ low, b-tch, scr-pin’ the ground
and my diamonds so loud, baguettes sing like adele
got your hooker on the sale, think i’m pimpin’ for real
and these b-tches love me, ’cause i ain’t kissin’ and tell
if i ever make a wish, i ain’t wishin’ ’em well
sold your soul for some clout, you ain’t never gon’ sell
t-raw prevail, callin’ it seash-ll
big ice on my cross, devil got no chill
we’ve been f-ckin’ for a year, i ain’t even in my feels
i’ve been ballin’ 10 years, you ain’t even on the field

- tory lanez quavo tyga

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