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lil sixx - broke hoes 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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