broads lyrics – big tymers

see these broads, i like’em and sh*t
wish i could, give all these hoes a picturemy d*ck
see i like’em and psyche’em, then i get in the win
i might just need you and leave you at a quarter past 10 but
i ain’t gon’ lie, yo’ p*ssy was good
but your mouth is better so i wish you would
workin’ your way down to the diz-nick, uh huh
it feels so good when you do the liz-nick
you got doin’ push-ups and i’m takin’ ginseng
let’s get ready to rumble! in the middle of the ring
you got my d*ck hard like a ’57 chevy
rocked up, ya c*cked up, cause i’m ready
to go up in ya, let that other n*gg* send ya
cards and sh*t while you suckin’ my d*ck
i like you a little bit more than i’m diggin’ my shirt
ya little pretty *ss d*ck suckin’ expert, beeyoch

see i love these broads, but i toss’em up quick
every trick that i get, they get flipped through the clique 2x

these broads, n*gg*, i wsh that i could love’em all
these broads, n*gg*, i wsh that i could f*ck’em all
these broads, i let these hoes just drive my car
but these hoes know one thing that i’m a superstar
these hoes get out of line, i’ma show’em i’ma hog
and now that i’m rich, i show these hoes they ain’t sh*t
and every hoe i f*ck with, i make suck my d*ck
it ain’t no secret, i know these hoes bout my money, sh*t
but i tell a hoe quick, that she ain’t sh*t
my main hoe player, i don’t make her suck my d*ck
i might just get loose and wanna kiss my b*tch
but not that i got a daughter, i’m supposed to be lighter on a b*tch
but i’m gon’ be hard on these hoes for life, sh*t
i’ma true u-p-t player for life, sh*t
but i’ma say it again, i don’t love no b*tches
i bout my money, n*gg* and f*ckin’ these b*tches


now i had been here for 25 years
i understand one thing, that life is a b*tch
i done lost my maw and my paw, my brother and my sister all up in one year
i understand one thing, i gotta ball ’til i fall
and show these hoes that money ain’t no thing, dawg
see, i tell a b*tch that she ain’t sh*t
and at the same time ask that hoe to suck my d*ck
see, i don’t take money and mix with no b*tch
cause one thing, these hoes would lose they mind and get lost quick
it ain’t no secret, i make these hoes think i’ll pay their sh*t
but i keep it real and pay my n*gg* sh*t
i say f*ck a hoe and make these hoes back up
i keep it real and f*ck with n*gg*s who’ll act up
and kick in yo’ front door, yo’ hoe told my n*gg* where your dope
now you stuck out like a hoe
and my n*gg*s, done hit a lick from yo’ b*tch
and all you hoes mad cause we done hit yo’ sh*t

[chorus 2x and talk til end]

/ big tymers lyrics