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Broke Niggas - City girls & Yo Gotti Lyrics


By: Admin | Artist: C city girls yo gotti | Published: 2024-23-09T23:35:15:00+07:00
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[intro: yo gotti]
(i’m a country n*gga)
(f*ck with city girls)
(trap n*ggas)
yeah (trap n*ggas)
(ayy, i don’t really, really like rap n*ggas)
yeah, look

[verse 1: yo gotti]
dope boy, b*tch, i’m in amiris (i am)
plus i gotta swipe a ho, went and got the jewlery (facts)
dope boy sh*t, yeah, my favorite spot the kitchen (kitchen)
n*ggas be snitchin’, took my b*tch on a mission
he tryna f*ck her in a lexus, i’ma f*ck her in a wraith (yeah)
i want head on a jet, lil’ b*tch, i’on date
better get your nut first, b*tch, this a race
ain’t f*ckin’ all night, b*tch, it’s money to be made (ha)
real trap sh*t (got it)
bricks in the spot that i got ’em (got ’em)
he don’t pay your rent? then that n*gga shouldn’t matter (matter)
my b*tch like b*tches, she’ll f*ck a b*tch after
she showed me she a hundred, had to move her up the ladder
chanel purse, got it (got)
i was down bad, b*tch, let me flip the taxes
now we in a mansion with a million in the mattress
you ever count a hundred while she ride the d*ck backwards?
that’s a rich n*gga example (yeah)
[chorus: yung miami, jt]
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nah)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (uh*uh)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (no)
playin’ wit’ you n*ggas like playin’ with my p*ssy (boy, move)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nah)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (uh*uh)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (no)
playin’ wit’ you n*ggas like playin’ with my p*ssy (boy, bye)

[verse 2: jt]
this n*gga in my dm, i heard he with his bm
i’m ’bout to make him cop me a birkin just for reachin’ (where the bag, b*tch?)
n*ggas ain’t sh*t, treat ’em all like tricks
if you ain’t tryna pay, then you got the wrong b*tch (facts)
the only thing white is the lies that you tellin’
and you ain’t movin’ work, that’s dreams that you selling
if you really in the kitchen, pay a b*tch tuition (yeah)
the city girls back, put this n*gga on a mission, uh
i ain’t f*ckin’ with no broke n*gga (nah), that’s a no n*gga
real ass b*tch and i need a real rich n*gga
f*ck a blue check n*gga, i ain’t hype ’bout no clout
get your hustle up or get the f*ck out my house (bye)
i’m goin’ in, like a b*tch got a curfew
don’t got my money? go back to the b*tch that birthed you
this that g5 p*ssy, nah, n*gga, this ain’t no nissan
tryna get f*cked on the jet on my way to milan, period
[chorus: yung miami, jt]
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nah)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (uh*uh)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (no)
playin’ wit’ you n*ggas like playin’ with my p*ssy (boy, move)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nah)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (uh*uh)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nope)
playin’ wit’ you n*ggas like playin’ with my p*ssy (boy, bye)

[verse 3: yung miami]
look
boy, this p*ssy need extra fundin’ (haha)
take ya n*gga, ho, trapped and the b*tch running (period)
really hope he got that birkin and chanel money (facts)
wanna break the cost? better have that bail money (haha)
heard you got a b*tch, where that never tell money? (shh)
oh yo trap, doin’ numbers for that scale money (where its at)
and this p*ssy ain’t cheep, ain’t no sale on it
p*ssy make him act a donkey, pin a tail on it
uh, p*ssy wet, hurricane katrina (water)
yeah, i’m a thirsty n*gga’s aquafina
yeah, tell him cut the check like he fema
uh, baddest b*tch, modern*day trina (baddest)
uh, you ain’t [?]
in my next, running through the m’s
got a b*tch neck shinin’ when the lights dim
better do it b.i.g. like i’m lil kim (period)
[chorus: yung miami, jt]
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nah)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (uh*uh)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (no)
playin’ wit’ you n*ggas like playin’ with my p*ssy (boy, move)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nah)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (uh*uh)
broke n*ggas don’t deserve no p*ssy (nope)
playin’ wit’ you n*ggas like playin’ with my p*ssy (boy, bye)


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