Dispose Of Broadz Lyrics

Dispose Of Broadz

I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes

Don't you ever, don't
you ever

Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha



Verse
One:



Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce

Known for kickin' bitches out,
all they wanna do

Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house

Try to help us,
with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back

Bitches known for showin'
other nigga's where you kick it at

Might be a hard head, might be a soldier
thug

With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch

His
nigga's better show him who unified

To get respect you got to play, watch
them hoes step aside

Bitch! I'm just like you 

Bitch! I smoke weed
to

Bitch! I need gee'z so look

Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can
suck my

I don't give a fuck! die! now bitch bye!

You blowin' my
high!



Chorus:



I love myself, I hug myself an if

I had a
pussy I fuck myself

See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold

Hit the
mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz



Now who in the hell came here
to stop me

I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha

Now who in
the hell came to get it started

I'm in the party ballin' with my posse
ah-ha-ha

{2x



Verse Two:



Fuck these nigga's who dropped me
on my head

When I was younger, I did some wild shit

To make these
nigga's wonder

Am I craze, or am I straight sick

Round with these
fuckin' lunatic's 

You talk shit! You get yo wig split!

If you wanna
try me!

You must be ready to die bitch!

I ain't scared to die
bitch!

Ya see it's just a hobby!

God gave me time, I was game from my
birth

I couldn't let the shit go to waist

I had to put this shit to
work

I'm just a ghetto ass nigga!

With the street knowledge I was
gave!

You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage!

Hell nah! hit a tree,
had to go help him up

You shouldn't have never fucked up!

Now you
lookin' fucked up! 

Blew his head clean off his shoulder

I was all
ready gone, before anybody showed up

Got away clean, like some Jean's when
you wash 'em

Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us
Bitch!



Chorus



Verse Three:



I be bustin' nut's on yo
baby mama, baby head

Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em
fed

When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread

I mean fed to the
point where I be servin' head

Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound
bad and shit

When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch

Grab yo
bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch

Tame yo bitch, cuz she be runnin'
game ya bitch

Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole

Picturin'
how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes

No damn well, that yo Mom taught
ya better cuz

A bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her

That's why I
love myself, I hug myself an if

I had a pussy I fuck myself

See real
ass nigga's don't fold to fold

Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of
broadz



Chorus



Verse Four:



Punchin' got a long
head

Ballin' keep my artillery

Gangsta so I'm a mission shit

Cap
pilla I'm known for spittin' on bitches

Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play
me soft and

At the same time bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL
soldiers

Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah!

First
ya got to take yo muthafuckin' draw's off

Cuz real player's bout to lay the
law down

You better draw the straw now, you done

Fucked Up'ed
Now!

This how we do it in the A-T-L

For them hoes who think they pussy
fire ass hell

Got a game for that ass big dick's to match

Don't have
time for them hoes, who be try'na act

Ha Do it!  get 'em shorty get 'em we
ain't playin' with 'em

If you clockin' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit
'Em!

Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act

But they switch up, bitch up and
call ya back

Say what?

Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act

But they
switch up, and bitch up and call ya back

Say what?

Stuipd ass hoes be
try'na act

But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back

And We!
shake them hoes off what!

Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off
what!

Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!

Shake
them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga

Shake them hoes off




Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes, 

These bitches swtich
dick's like outfit's

Hoes, ya need to find another route

Figure that a
nigga be thugged out

And we off in the club