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gdubs - broke lyrics

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[chorus]

swear to god i was so broke
straight out the gutta’ i rose
just me and all of my bros
use to rock the same, yea yea

swear to god i was so broke
straight out the gutta’ i rose
just me and all of my bros
use to rock the same clothes
my wrist game, my neck game, my ear game on froze
young n-gga trap out the cold
homeless and so stress was livin’ on road
p-ssy n-gga, you a hoe

[verse 1]
i came up straight out the gutta
word to, i put that on my motha
i never cool wit’ no suckas
all of my n-ggas one hunnid
peso, on peso, on peso, on peso, on peso
my n-ggas pull up wit’ sticks if i say so
hittin’ a l!ck for a brick and i stay low
pull up wit mali’s we smokin’ on getho

please get the f-ck off my body
i do not f-ck wit’ n0body
except for the n-ggas behind me
they be the n-ggas that got me
calm like i’m ghost but get wild like tommy
handle my own if i get into problem
eli my bro and i swear that i got him
ishy my bro and i swear that i got him
cody my bro and i swear that i got him

young n-gga, came form the bottom
i see the 12, then i’m flying
broski got beef then i’m riding
on god n-gga i was broke
till i learned to whip on the stove
i can sell water to a boat
i can turn a two to a four

[bridge]
this is not just for me
i do this for my team
got a chest full of weed
f-ck her good then i leave

this is not just for me
i do this for my team
got a chest full of weed
f-ck her good then i leave

[chorus

swear to god i was so broke
straight out the gutta’ i rose
just me and all of my bros
use to rock the same clothes
my wrist game, my neck game, my ear game on froze
young n-gga trap out the cold
homeless and so stress was livin’ on road
p-ssy n-gga, you a hoe

[verse 2]
i got the juice and the sauce
i got the work and it’s raw
servin’ the fiends on the block, uh
swear to god my life is hard, uh
press me you know that it’s quiet
young bull i swear that you wildin’
i got my n-ggas beside me
robby, and cheff, and joe lotty
i got no time for a problem

this is my life not a hobby
distance myself from a thotty
left hook and right hook like rocky
hit it and she yellin’ papi
everything wet like tsunami

two plates got me lookin’ ock
came from the bottom on god
copped me some work no job
dem n-ggas soft they fraud

if they want some static
then i’ll let ‘em have it
i came form the bottom
that’s why i’m a savage

if they want some static
then i’ll let ‘em have it
i came form the bottom
that’s why i’m a savage

[chorus]
swear to god i was so broke
straight out the gutta’ i rose
just me and all of my bros
use to rock the same clothes
my wrist game, my neck game, my ear game on froze
young n-gga trap out the cold
homeless and so stress was livin’ on road
p-ssy n-gga, you a hoe

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