Too $hort Broke Bitch Lyrics

Get Off the Stage Track Listing
  • 1 Get Off the Stage
  • 2 Broke Bitch
  • 3 This My One
  • 4 Shittin' on 'em
  • 5 F.U.C.K.Y.O.U.
  • 6 Gangsters & Strippers
  • 7 Dun Ditty Dum
  • 8 Pull Them Panties Down
  • 9 I Like It
  • 10 It Ain't Over

  • Whassup baby?
    Damn like that? Can't even speak?
    I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup
    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, fuck you bitch
    You look good, you hot as shit
    But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip
    I ain't yo' type, I don't care
    Get a light-skinned nigga with long hair
    I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude
    I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude
    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 hella fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch
    All I wanted was to sleep with a slut
    I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the look
    A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook

    BROKE BITCH~! You can't fuck with me
    You can't afford me
    BROKE BITCH~! You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's
    BROKE BITCH~! Five dollars worth of gas
    Where you goin, 'cross the street?
    You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer

    You wanna get you a nigga in the NFL
    A bsketball player, tall as hell
    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' shit
    You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt
    You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth
    Bitch, you need to stop and think
    You act like a dick is a slot machine
    Are you serious? You can't be thinkin clear
    It's quicksand bitch you'll sink in here
    You wanna be rich better stop that shit
    You never hit the jackpot

    BROKE BITCH~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers
    Nobody want your busted ass
    BROKE BITCH~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes bitch
    BROKE BITCH~! Always starin at the ground
    You need to hold your head up
    BROKE BITCH~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them
    raggedy-ass shoes

    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 bitch to dance
    I'm a natural, I don't need luck to win
    I'm the kind of nigga that'll fuck your friend
    And you won't know nothin, every time I see her
    On the low we fuckin, I know them buttons
    and I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em
    I got a million lines and I spit 'em
    When I wanna fuck, 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 fuck if you was fuckin Sherri!

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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