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too hort - broke bitch lyrics

[too $hort]
wh-ssup baby?
d-mn like that? can’t even speak?
i ain’t tryin to f-ck, just tryin to holla, say wh-ssup
let me ask you somethin baby
is that a wig or a weave?

what you see is what you get
if you don’t like it, f-ck you b-tch
you look good, you hot as sh-t
but you broke as h-ll and ain’t got no whip
i ain’t yo’ type, i don’t care
get a light-skinned n-gg- with long hair
i spoke, you act like you mad at a dude
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout your bad att-tude
it’s in me – i’m laced with game
you get a signed autograph with a face to blame
tear it up later when you hate my guts
right now, i wanna make you taste my nuts
you h-lla fine, but i don’t wanna keep in touch
all i wanted was to sleep with a sl-t
i wanna f-ck you b-tch cause you got the look
a top notch, but you ain’t too hot to be shook

[chorus]
broke b-tch~! you can’t f-ck with me
you can’t afford me
broke b-tch~! you can’t even afford a happy meal from mcdonald’s
broke b-tch~! five dollars worth of gas
where you goin, ‘cross the street?
broke b-tch~!
you just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer
broke b-tch~!

[too $hort]
you wanna get you a n-gg- in the nfl
a bsketball player, tall as h-ll
you might get lucky, marry the champ
but when you walk by they say there’s a tramp
your stock is low, you don’t know what happened
yo’ baby daddy is low budget rappin
you wanna do it big, spoil the kid
but you’re still at the club out hoein an’ sh-t
you tryin to hit a lick – no doubt
you want diamonds, all you get is d-ck in your mouth
b-tch, you need to stop and think
you act like a d-ck is a slot machine
are you serious? you can’t be thinkin clear
it’s quicksand b-tch you’ll sink in here
you wanna be rich better stop that sh-t
you never hit the jackpot

[chorus]
broke b-tch~! yeah we tryin to get top notchers
n-body want your busted -ss
broke b-tch~! quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes b-tch
broke b-tch~! always starin at the ground
you need to hold your head up
broke b-tch~! if you had some money you wouldn’t be wearin them
raggedy–ss shoes
broke b-tch~!

[too $hort]
there’s too many women can’t stop a player
i see one i like, i’ma stop and stare
i don’t need plans, i’ma take the chance
i don’t even have to ask the b-tch to dance
i’m a natural, i don’t need luck to win
i’m the kind of n-gg- that’ll f-ck your friend
and you won’t know nothin, every time i see her
on the low we f-ckin, i know them b-ttons
and i hit ’em, most of the time i get ’em
i got a million lines and i spit ’em
when i wanna f-ck, who do i like to call
i throw a little party and invite ’em all
they never argue and fight with a brother
and i like when they like each other
i told polow i’m never gettin married
i don’t give a f-ck if you was f-ckin sherri!

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