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TOO $HORT lyrics : "Broke Bitch"

[Too $hort]
Whassup baby?
Damn like that? Can't even speak?

I ain't tryin to $#&@, 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, $#&@ you (*##$

You look good, you hot as %#@!
But you broke as hell and ain't got no whip
I ain't yo' type, I don't care

Get a light-skinned ^!$$% with long hair
I spoke, you act like you mad at a dude
I don't give a $#&@ '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 !@#%

I wanna $#&@ you (*##$ cause you got the look
A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook

BROKE !#$*~! You can't $#&@ with me
You can't afford me

BROKE !#$*~! You can't even afford a happy meal from McDonald's
BROKE !#$*~! Five dollars worth of gas
Where you goin, 'cross the street?

BROKE !#$*~!
You just wanna marry a million dollar ballplayer
BROKE !#$*~!

[Too $hort]
You wanna get you a ^!$$% 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' %#@!
You tryin to hit a lick - no doubt
You want diamonds, all you get is dick in your mouth

(*##$, 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 (*##$ you'll sink in here
You wanna be rich better stop that %#@!
You never hit the jackpot

BROKE !#$*~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers

Nobody want your busted $$#
BROKE !#$*~! Quit buyin all them knockoff purses and clothes (*##$
BROKE !#$*~! Always starin at the ground

You need to hold your head up
BROKE !#$*~! If you had some money you wouldn't be wearin them
raggedy-ass shoes

BROKE !#$*~!

[Too $hort]

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 (*##$ to dance
I'm a natural, I don't need luck to win
I'm the kind of ^!$$% that'll $#&@ your friend

And you won't know nothin, every time I see her
On the low we $#&@in, 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 $#&@, 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 $#&@ if you was $#&@in Sherri!

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