Ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Just fuck with me real quick, you feel me
Can't stand this ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t stand this broke bitch she always on my nerves
Pulled up to her crib and she had all my shit on the curb
Talkin ‘bout she caught nights cheatin’, bitch you got yo nerve
Still fuckin’ with that lame nigga, thought he was for the birds
I ain’t even trippin, time will time and I’ma wait my turn
I would let you hit this lil doobie but yo nails ‘gon burn
Told you I’ma set the bitch straight like she just got a perm
Sign a contract to be my bitch, you gotta read the terms
Told you niggas, hate eleven thousand, you ain’t gone never learn
I talk a lot of shit up on these tracks, I got a way with words
I get it out the mud, this nigga waitin’ on a tax return
I love this lil bitch, just like ? love that saxophone
Out witcho dirty ass friends, you can’t text my phone?
Pull up where you at and you get snatched up by yo collarbone
I ain’t finna leave this dice game ‘til my money gone
Bitch gettin’ me hit up on the dice bitch get off my phone
Ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Can't stand this ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Just fuck with me real quick, you feel me
Can't stand this ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t stand this broke bitch she always on my nerves
Pulled up to her crib and she had all my shit on the curb
Talkin ‘bout she caught nights cheatin’, bitch you got yo nerve
Still fuckin’ with that lame nigga, thought he was for the birds
I ain’t even trippin, time will time and I’ma wait my turn
I would let you hit this lil doobie but yo nails ‘gon burn
Told you I’ma set the bitch straight like she just got a perm
Sign a contract to be my bitch, you gotta read the terms
Told you niggas, hate eleven thousand, you ain’t gone never learn
I talk a lot of shit up on these tracks, I got a way with words
I get it out the mud, this nigga waitin’ on a tax return
I love this lil bitch, just like ? love that saxophone
Out witcho dirty ass friends, you can’t text my phone?
Pull up where you at and you get snatched up by yo collarbone
I ain’t finna leave this dice game ‘til my money gone
Bitch gettin’ me hit up on the dice bitch get off my phone
Ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Can't stand this ole broke ass bitch I can’t stand this ole broke ass bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
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