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Dom Kennedy

"You Broke"

[Chorus: YG]
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up

[Verse 1: YG]
You a ho rat, that pus*y throwback
I’m tryna f*ck, you ain’t gotta be a scientist to know that
Been to that money, nothin’ before that
b*tch I’ll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat
Yeah I’m tired of hearin’ about what you need, b*tch
I’m tired of payin' for yo weaves, b*tch
I’m tired of you f*ckin’ me, tryin’ to get pregnant
Knowin’ if you had a baby yo broke ass couldn’t help it
I be ridin’ through the city bumpin’ 2 Chainz
I ain’t worried ‘bout the police, I got two names
Keep a strap 'cause sometimes you gotta do things
She give away that pus*y like loose change
Tryna have a n*gga baby, be sellin that va-jay-jay
This ain’t recess, b*tch you know I don’t play-play
Just bought a A-K, just took a vacay
b*tch you broke, you need to call Triple A, ayy

[Chorus: YG]
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
How you f*ck for cash but you not a ho?
And how I’m gon’ respect you if your pockets broke?
On your rap sheet a whole lot of bros
It’s a clinic on Western but you outta go
You’re broke, your pus*y stink, you borrow clothes
Lost the little ass that you had playin’ with your nose
I dedicate this to my last ho
Swear I got cash and started actin’ like a as*h*le
Catch up, keep up, Cutlass with the beat up
I be buyin’ pounds, so naw we can’t peace up
Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna f*ck the king, huh?
It’s money over b*tches, pus*y never f*ck this thing up
She still fannin' when she seen us
I’m a Grade A n*gga, you'se a C+
I got a room, I got a broom, b*tch, clean up
Hit the blade, and play my fee up

[Chorus: YG]
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up

[Verse 3: YG]
You shopping at Louis when your baby need WIC
Using vibrators when you know you need di*k
b*tch you sick, ho you trifling
I heard in the ‘hood your pus*y be cyclin’
Nobody wifin’ yo ass
Young n*gga got di*k, no yak
[Fast money] fast b*tches takin’ ho baths
And me and relations don’t last
My n*gga Mustard got the benzo my clips got extendos
I’m hangin’ out the window, bangin’ out the window
Throw it up chunky — wrists on chunky
I heard the homie f*cked and your pus*y smell funky
And I ain’t used to what you used to
The only thing in your ear is a Bluetooth
You n*ggas ain’t blinged-out, 20 racks I blow that
5-10-15 I let my n*ggas hold that

[Chorus: YG]
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up
b*tch you broke, shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my n*ggas fed up

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