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young scooter & nocap - broke make me sick lyrics

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[intro: young scooter]
you hear me? go get a calculator, n+gga
ya dig?
yeah (krazy mob)

[chorus: young scooter]
broke n+ggas make me sick
broke n+ggas make me sick (yeah)
broke n+ggas make me sick (p+ssy)
broke n+ggas make me sick (let’s go)
a million worth of ice and cars, i’m a walking l!ck (l!ck)
i jugg for everything i got, n+gga, i wasn’t born rich (jugg)
broke hoes make me sick (sick)
broke hoes make me sick (yeah)
broke hoes make me sick
broke hoes make me sick (broke hoes make me sick)
in thе club every night, but the b+tch can’t pay hеr rent
salute to all the hustlers, but a broke b+tch make me sick (yeah)

[verse 1: nocap]
for ghetto birthday, i might buy him a trap house up in london
broke n+ggas make me sick and i see money when i vomit
hope shorty never know i f+cked her friend the same way
long live wop, he get the load and it be gone the same day
pull up, bust down ap, this ho probably rape me ‘fore we make it home
we gon’ spray his mama’s spot, it’s his fault she ain’t safe at home
all this jewelry on my neck, n+gga, i wasn’t born shinin’
feds wanna lock me ’cause i ball, i feel like brittany griner
hold up, pointers in my ear, it’s kind of hard to hear
uh, two lambos in a year, i do this sh+t for real
steer that ‘cat, no fear, it’s either heaven or it’s h+ll
you ain’t really got it so just watch that sh+t you poppin’, n+gga
[chorus: young scooter]
broke n+ggas make me sick
broke n+ggas make me sick (yeah)
broke n+ggas make me sick (p+ssy)
broke n+ggas make me sick (let’s go)
a million worth of ice and cars, i’m a walking l!ck (l!ck)
i jugg for everything i got, n+gga, i wasn’t born rich (jugg)
broke hoes make me sick (sick)
broke hoes make me sick (yeah)
broke hoes make me sick
broke hoes make me sick (broke hoes make me sick)
in the club every night, but the b+tch can’t pay her rent
salute to all the hustlers, but a broke b+tch make me sick (yeah)

[verse 2: young scooter]
she got every purse it is, but she ain’t got no way to live
flexing for the ‘gram, broke as h+ll, that’s just how it is
f+ckin’ up a check all these years, i probably blew three m’s
grow it, ship it, get it to the hood, i be gettin’ it in
triple a deps for a stack, get you ten for ten
every verse, i’m rappin’ for the trap, countin’, juggin’
blow a high bag for five racks, that’s what we smokin’
don’t call my phone, you know where i’m at when the pack in
broke n+ggas make me sick, i hate when a real n+gga snitch
she’s just for the night, i know that’s your b+tch
my neck, my wrist got ice, every day, i’m lit
street smart, i started sellin’ bricks, the weed legit
[chorus: young scooter]
broke n+ggas make me sick
broke n+ggas make me sick (yeah)
broke n+ggas make me sick (p+ssy)
broke n+ggas make me sick (let’s go)
a million worth of ice and cars, i’m a walking l!ck (l!ck)
i jugg for everything i got, n+gga, i wasn’t born rich (jugg)
broke hoes make me sick (sick)
broke hoes make me sick (yeah)
broke hoes make me sick
broke hoes make me sick (broke hoes make me sick)
in the club every night, but the b+tch can’t pay her rent
salute to all the hustlers, but a broke b+tch make me sick (yeah)



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