Trae Tha Truth, Kirko Bangz, Dorrough Music - Broke Dem Boyz Off lyrics
Kirk Jerel Randle
[Trae Tha Truth, Kirko Bangz, Dorrough Music - Broke Dem Boyz Off lyrics]
Dorrough Music trunk pop
His without the rooftop the last not
Got the designer shoes on my feat yeah
4 grams in my sweet yeah
It's funny how we broke them boys off
My whole team getting money cause I'm
Real proper, smoking Marajuana
I'm not a pill popper
Speakers hitting hard, paint drippin like
That's the way the fucking base go
Smoking a ton of weed by the payso
Rolling California trees straight from
Loud boys tried to get me for my loud
But I broke them boys off
Riding with the straight stuntin
Texas why the clubs and
The traps straight jumpin
Don't make sence, if it don't make money
If you niggas got a problem with thе kid
Say something
I done came down, chain full of icе
I done poured a 4 and got
And I broke them boys off
My trunk in the light
King of the street shit
Slab looking clean bitch
Paint like Stevie Wonder
Nigga you ain't seen shit
Trunk banging that Falseto
Bitch I'm on that Dream shit
Everybody with me got that heat
We on that team shit ride through the city
Like none too good as me
Bitch I been the truth of the gutter
Bitch you ain't hood as me
Bitches on my dick
I was breakin them hoes off
With the suicide doors
I was breakin them hoes off
I got this bitch in a bikini
And this nigga wanna be me
3 wishes like a geni
That's the last time she gon see me
I pull up in Lamboergini
I be in that bitch leanin
Turnin heads like Tina
My trunk fucked your dream girl last night
I mix purple up with that
You mix purple up with that sprite hold up
I'm breakin bread with all my niggas
Figures, I ain't worried bout them digets
Nigga I be in your city, in your town
And when it come to Houston
I done fucked the whole town
Still got blind bitches tryna take pictures
Still got niggas' girls tryna be official
Seen my ex girl last night
She still strippin
So Imma fuck another stripper just
To make her bitter
I wanna fuck, and I wanna fuck
At the same time, hope we can add
His without the rooftop the last not
Got the designer shoes on my feat yeah
4 grams in my sweet yeah
It's funny how we broke them boys off
My whole team getting money cause I'm
Real proper, smoking Marajuana
I'm not a pill popper
Speakers hitting hard, paint drippin like
That's the way the fucking base go
Smoking a ton of weed by the payso
Rolling California trees straight from
Loud boys tried to get me for my loud
But I broke them boys off
Riding with the straight stuntin
Texas why the clubs and
The traps straight jumpin
Don't make sence, if it don't make money
If you niggas got a problem with thе kid
Say something
I done came down, chain full of icе
I done poured a 4 and got
And I broke them boys off
My trunk in the light
King of the street shit
Slab looking clean bitch
Paint like Stevie Wonder
Nigga you ain't seen shit
Trunk banging that Falseto
Bitch I'm on that Dream shit
Everybody with me got that heat
We on that team shit ride through the city
Like none too good as me
Bitch I been the truth of the gutter
Bitch you ain't hood as me
Bitches on my dick
I was breakin them hoes off
With the suicide doors
I was breakin them hoes off
I got this bitch in a bikini
And this nigga wanna be me
3 wishes like a geni
That's the last time she gon see me
I pull up in Lamboergini
I be in that bitch leanin
Turnin heads like Tina
My trunk fucked your dream girl last night
I mix purple up with that
You mix purple up with that sprite hold up
I'm breakin bread with all my niggas
Figures, I ain't worried bout them digets
Nigga I be in your city, in your town
And when it come to Houston
I done fucked the whole town
Still got blind bitches tryna take pictures
Still got niggas' girls tryna be official
Seen my ex girl last night
She still strippin
So Imma fuck another stripper just
To make her bitter
I wanna fuck, and I wanna fuck
At the same time, hope we can add