Ying Yang Twins Dispose of Broadz lyrics

I don't give a fuck about
These niggas or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo ass bitch, ahh, ha

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 geez 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

I love myself, I hug myself
And 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

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

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 crazy or am I straight sick?

Round with these fuckin' lunatics
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 waste

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 jeans when you wash 'em
Trill ass soldier's, ain't no way you can stop us, bitch

I love myself, I hug myself
And 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


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

I be bustin' nuts 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 'cuz 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
'Cuz a bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her

That's why I love myself, I hug myself
And 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

I love myself, I hug myself
And 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

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

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' draws off
'Cuz real players '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? Stupid ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up and bitch up and call ya back
Say what? Stupid 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 switch 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