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g.t. - broke niggas كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: g.t.]
shorty wanna f_ck but she don’t even know i’m taxin’
i got some n_ggas claimin’ blood, got some crips say what’s crackin’
i done f_cked the road up from tennessee to cincinnati
i do the 4 door grand coupe, my b_tch whip the caddy
i learned respect from my momma, learned the hustle from my daddy
my granny used to say i look like my granddaddy
my b_tch say i never got no time, she can’t stand it
but the pros i made off my last bag outstanding
you want chanel, you want dior, you want the prada, you want birkin
i’m out every day servin’, chain water let’s go surfin’
like 75 racks what i spent my last purchase
what you coppin’ cause we workin’
n_gga nothin, n_ggas perpin’ (ayе aye)

[chorus: g.t.]
i can’t (i can’t) i can’t talk to these brokе n_ggas
the b_tch like scammin’ i ain’t her type i’m a dope dealer
i’m spendin’ all this money b_tch you better brought some throat with you
rockin’ all my f_ckin’ chains i should’ve brung a coat with me
my n_gga need a bag i threw the rope to ’em
the hood was gettin’ dry i gave some hope to it
n_ggas get on tracks and get to lyin’ on the pro tools
a blender and compressor when i’m mixin’ these my blow tools

[verse 2: brill 4 the thrill]
it’s a whole lotta money in the room when we step in it
25k on me in a white x5 gettin’ neck in it
ran this b_tch through the money counter, might bust down my neck with it
if he green, i’ll sell his ass a mylar with deps in it
ugh, tryna build me a empire like i’m ghazi
in yountville with my b_tch bustin’ down dinner at the french laundry
she bust moves like she breakdancing, gon’ ride or die like she bonnie
just dropped a 6 in a 2 liter got me walkin’ round like a zombie
we got work so good i give it 2 thumbs up like i’m fonzi
i just left from yo b_tch crib, she blew me up like she bombed me
me and banks in and out the bank and we back to back in them audi’s
i slide through and make a hand swap for that money bag then i’m outty
[chorus: g.t.]
i can’t (i can’t) i can’t talk to these broke n_ggas
the b_tch like scammin’ i ain’t her type i’m a dope dealer
i’m spendin’ all this money b_tch you better brought some throat with you
rockin’ all my f_ckin’ chains i should’ve brung a coat with me
my n_gga need a bag i threw the rope to ’em
the hood was gettin’ dry i gave some hope to it
n_ggas get on tracks and get to lyin’ on the pro tools
a blender and compressor when i’m mixin’ these my blow tools

- g t

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