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broke nigga - atm alee lyrics

[intro]
(jaylap, talk to ’em)
too far from a broke n*gga
hmm
(alloutw4r)
‘kay

[verse]
b*tch, i’m far from a broke n*gga
shake the bag by myself, i don’t need no n*ggas
on the slingshot, ridin’ ’round with a dirty pistol
i’d sell the soul, if you got the band, take it with you
weed taste like candy when i hit it, it’s official
headshot, if a n*gga live this, he in critical
track mode, make the supercharge whine and whistle
i get locked, i’ma do my time, n*gga, i ain’t trippin’
i’m in position, ’bout to whip a nine in your kitchen
b*tch, i’m gifted, i can move the ‘bows in a minute
i’m out of town tryna get the bag back to the trenches
he tried to middle man some sh*t, that n*gga died in the middle
if i can change that, i got up in my pocket, this a nickel
pull up in a drop head, twenty thousand out the window
i ain’t f*ckin’ with the b*tch if the sh*t ain’t beneficial
hmm, wet the ‘wood off and dry with the tissue
i keep switchin’ cars, n*ggas think i’m ridin’ in a rental
we do the time, if a n*gga drop a dime, then we k!ll him
bareface, got the time, but we ride ’til the ending
i’m gettin’ high, rappin’ out my mind when i’m spittin’
i’m sellin’ everything, b*tch, i’m tryna grind to a million
b*tch think she look good on the ‘gram, but it’s a filter
the weed that i got hittin’ harder, cure cancer
fell in love with the b*tch, i couldn’t believe she a dancer
glock came with an extra clip and a standard
bored with the money, f*ck around and buy a camper
take a risk for this sh*t, i’ma chance it
whole kit look like a stripper b*tch, this sh*t dancin’
flew in, got the weed soon as we landed
i ain’t got no friends, n*ggas ’round me all family
put a n*gga on a sh*t bag, now he gotta wear a pamper
take a b*tch credit score ’cause we usin’ credit
n*gga slid, he ain’t k!ll sh*t, he a lil’ stepper
i was trappin’ out the crib, i ain’t leave like i was on tether
he’d rat, put some cheese on the trap, we gon’ catch him
chop a n*gga head off and send it to his family as a [?]
i ain’t f*ckin’ up, i ain’t mixin’ plaques with the benzes
n*gga dead, n*gga wasn’t sh*t, now he just a mention
just got perc 30s now, who wanna buy these b*tches?
they gave a n*gga two life sentences for tryna slide with b*tches
[outro]
man
yeah
f*ck

- atm alee lyrics

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