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broke hoes - lil sixx lyrics

[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 [?]

- lil sixx lyrics

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