เนื้อเพลง You Broke - YG

[Hook: YG]
B*tch, You Broke - shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eat...
All my n*ggas fed up
B*tch, you broke - shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f*ck but I got fed up
We eatin'...
All my n*ggas fed up

[Verse 1: YG]
You a hoe rat, that p*ssy throwback
I'm tryna f*ck
You ain't gotta be a scientist to know that
Been to that money, nothin' before that
B*tch I'll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat
Yeah I'm tired of hearin' about what you need, b*tch
I'm tired of paying for your weeks, b*tch
I'm tired of you f*ckin' me, tryin' to get pregnant
Knowin' if you had a baby your broke ass couldn't help it
I be ridin' through the city bangin' 2 Chainz
I ain't worried 'bout the police, I got two names
Keep the sharp 'cause sometimes you gotta do things
She give away that p*ssy like loose change
Tryna have a n*gga baby, the ceiling never jay jay
This ain't recess, b*tch you know I don't play-play
Just bought an AK just took a vacay
B*tch you broke, you need to call Triple A, eh?

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[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Aye, how you f*ck for cash but you not a hoe?
And how I'm gon' respect you if your pockets broke?
On your rep sheet a whole lot of bros
It's a clinic on Western b*tch you outta go
You're broke, your p*ssy stank, you borrow clothes
Lost the little ass that you had playin' with your nose
I dedicate this to my last hoe
Swear I got cash and started actin' like a asshole
Catch up, keep up, Cutlass with the beat up
I be buyin' pounds, so now we can't piece up
Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna f*ck the king, huh?
It's money over b*tches, p*ssy never f*ck this thing up
She still fainted when she seen us
I'm a Grade A n*gga, you's a C+
I got a broom I got a broom, b*tch, clean up
Hit the blade, and pay my fee up

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[Verse 3: YG]
You shopping at Louis when your baby need WIC
Using vibrators when you know you need d*ck
B*tch, you sick - hoe, you triflin'
I heard in the 'hood your p*ssy be cyclin'
Nobody wifin' your ass
Young n*gga got d*ck, no yeah
Fast money, fast b*tches takin' hot baths
And me and relations don't last
My n*gga mustard, got the Benzo my crib's got extendos
I'm hangin' out the window, bangin' out the window
Throw it up chunky - wrists so chunky
I heard the homie f*cked and your p*ssy smell funky
And I ain't used to what you're used to
The only thing in your ear is a Bluetooth
You n*ggas ain't blinged-out, 20 racks I blow that
5-10-15 I let my n*ggas hold that

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