Dispose of Brawdz Lyrics
| Song | Dispose of Brawdz |
| Artist | Ying Yang Twins |
| Album | Thug Walkin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Beat-In-Azz, D Roc, Kaine | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : BeatInAzz, D Roc, Kaine | |
| 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!!! ahhha | |
| 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 ahhaha | |
| Now who in the hell came to get it started | |
| I' m in the party ballin' with my posse ahhaha | |
| 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 12gage! | |
| 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 ATL | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : BeatInAzz, D Roc, Kaine | |
| 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!!! ahhha | |
| 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 ahhaha | |
| Now who in the hell came to get it started | |
| I' m in the party ballin' with my posse ahhaha | |
| 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 12gage! | |
| 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 ATL | |
| 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 |
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