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YING YANG TWINS lyrics : "Dispose Of Broadz"

I don't give a $#&@ about these ^!$$%'s or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo $$# (*##$!!! ahh-ha


Verse One:


$#&@ them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' (*##$es 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
(*##$es known for showin' other ^!$$%'s where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug

With a (*##$ got him sick, if he a sucker for love (*##$
His ^!$$%'s better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside

(*##$! I'm just like you
(*##$! I smoke weed to
(*##$! I need gee'z so look

(*##$! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a $#&@! die! now (*##$ bye!
You blowin' my high!


Chorus:


I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a #~!!@ I $#&@ myself
See real $$# ^!$$%'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

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Verse Two:


$#&@ these ^!$$%'s who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild %#@!

To make these ^!$$%'s wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these $#&@in' lunatic's

You talk %#@!! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die (*##$!

I ain't scared to die (*##$!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
God gave me time, I was game from my birth

I couldn't let the %#@! go to waist
I had to put this %#@! to work
I'm just a ghetto $$# ^!$$%!

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 $#&@ed up!
Now you lookin' $#&@ed 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 $$# soldier's ain't no way you can stop us (*##$!


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 %#@!
When I stab that trick, you can have the (*##$
Grab yo (*##$, you need to try to train yo (*##$

Tame yo (*##$, cuz she be runnin' game ya (*##$
Now you all in a ^!$$% grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes

No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
A (*##$ will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a #~!!@ I $#&@ myself
See real $$# ^!$$%'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 %#@!
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on (*##$es

Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time (*##$, you $#&@in' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free ^!$$% hell nah!
First ya got to take yo mutha$#&@in' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down

You better draw the straw now, you done
$#&@ed Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they #~!!@ fire $$# hell
Got a game for that $$# 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' ^!$$% spit 'em ^!$$% Spit 'Em!
Stupid $$# hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, (*##$ up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd $$# hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and (*##$ up and call ya back

Say what?
Stuipd $$# hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and (*##$ up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
^!$$%! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My ^!$$%

Shake them hoes off

^!$$% we ain't got no love for these hoes,
These (*##$es swtich dick's like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a ^!$$% be thugged out
And we off in the club


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