Dispose Of Broadz Lyrics - Thug Walkin' - Ying Yang Twins

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, 'cause 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 'cause 

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 

'cause 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