Dispose of Brawdz lyrics

Ying Yang Twins

I don't give a f**k about these n***as or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo ass b*t*h!!! ahh-ha

Verse One:

f**k them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' b*t*hes out
All they wanna do is sneak a blunt or two out ya ounce
Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back
b*t*hes known for showin' other n***a's where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a b*t*h got him sick, if he a sucker for love b*t*h
His n***a's better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
b*t*h! I'm just like you
b*t*h! I smoke weed to
b*t*h! I need gee'z so look
b*t*h! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a f**k! die! now b*t*h bye!
You blowin' my high!

Chorus:

I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a pu**y I f**k myself
See real ass n***as don't fold or fall
In them all black clothes I dispose of brawdz

Now who in the hell came here to stop me
I'm in the party ballin with my posse ah-ha-ha
Now who the hell can they get to stop me
I'm in the projects ballin with my posse ah-ha-ha
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Verse Two:

f**k these n***as who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild sh*t
To make these n***a's wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these f**kin' lunatic's
You talk sh*t! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die b*t*h!
I ain't scared to die b*t*h!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
By God-given talent I was gave from my birth
I couldn't let the sh*t go to waist
I had to put this sh*t to work
I'm just a ghetto ass n***a!
With the street knowledge I was gave!
You try to play it brave, can you outrun a f**kin 12 gauge?
Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up
You shouldn't have never f**ked up!
Now you lookin' f**ked 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 b*t*h!

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 sh*t
When I stab that trick, you can have the b*t*h
Grab yo b*t*h, you need to try to train yo b*t*h
Tame yo b*t*h, cuz she be runnin' game ya b*t*h
Now you all in a n***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 b*t*h will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a pu**y I f**k myself
See real ass n***a's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz

Chorus

Verse Four:

Punk sh*t got me livin on edge
Ballin' keep my artillery
Gangsta so I'm in the midst of sh*t
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on b*t*hes
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time b*t*h, you f**kin' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin for free, and drinkin with me hell nah
First ya got to take yo muthaf**kin' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw now, you done
f**ked Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they pu**y fire ass hell
Got a game for that ass big d**k'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 Glock 'em, n***a spit 'em (n***A SPIT EM!)
Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, b*t*h up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b*t*h up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b*t*h up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
n***a! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My n***a
Shake them hoes off

n***a we ain't got no love for these hoes
These b*t*hes swtich d**k's like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a n***a be thugged out
And we off in the club


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