Paroles de Broads

Big Tymers

pochette album Broads
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(manny)
See these broads, i like'em and shit
Wish i could, give all these hoes a picturemy dick
See i like'em and psyche'em, then i get in the win
I might just need you and leave you at a quarter past 10 but
I ain't gon' lie, yo' pussy was good
But your mouth is better so i wish you would
Workin' your way down to the diz-nick, uh huh
It feels so good when you do the liz-nick
You got doin' push-ups and i'm takin' ginseng
Let's get ready to rumble! in the middle of the ring
You got my dick hard like a '57 chevy
Rocked up, ya cocked up, cause i'm ready
To go up in ya, let that other nigga send ya
Cards and shit while you suckin' my dick
I like you a little bit more than i'm diggin' my shirt
Ya little pretty ass dick suckin' expert, beeyoch

(chorus)
See i love these broads, but i toss'em up quick
Every trick that i get, they get flipped through the clique 2x

(baby)
These broads, nigga, i wsh that i could love'em all
These broads, nigga, i wsh that i could fuck'em all
These broads, i let these hoes just drive my car
But these hoes know one thing that i'm a superstar
These hoes get out of line, i'ma show'em i'ma hog
And now that i'm rich, i show these hoes they ain't shit
And every hoe i fuck with, i make suck my dick
It ain't no secret, i know these hoes bout my money, shit
But i tell a hoe quick, that she ain't shit
My main hoe player, i don't make her suck my dick
I might just get loose and wanna kiss my bitch
But not that i got a daughter, i'm supposed to be lighter on a bitch
But i'm gon' be hard on these hoes for life, shit
I'ma true u-p-t player for life, shit
But i'ma say it again, i don't love no bitches
I bout my money, nigga and fuckin' these bitches

(chorus)

(baby)
Now i had been here for 25 years
I understand one thing, that life is a bitch
I done lost my maw and my paw, my brother and my sister all up in one year
I understand one thing, i gotta ball 'til i fall
And show these hoes that money ain't no thing, dawg
See, i tell a bitch that she ain't shit
And at the same time ask that hoe to suck my dick
See, i don't take money and mix with no bitch
Cause one thing, these hoes would lose they mind and get lost quick
It ain't no secret, i make these hoes think i'll pay their shit
But i keep it real and pay my nigga shit
I say fuck a hoe and make these hoes back up
I keep it real and fuck with niggas who'll act up
And kick in yo' front door, yo' hoe told my nigga where your dope
Now you stuck out like a hoe
And my niggas, done hit a lick from yo' bitch
And all you hoes mad cause we done hit yo' shit

(chorus 2x and talk til end)

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