Che, glofromda4, jssr - broke lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che, glofromda4, jssr - broke lyrics]
That boy broke, please go get
Him out them slums, like
With yo' broke ass
To Tote with that choppa on my
Hip, that shit got scope, yeah
Big money all up in my
Pockets, I can't float, yeah
Big-Big cash just all up in my
Account, I'm in my mode, yeah
Ha ha haha, hahahaha (Go)
Got like fifty rounds, like bitch
I got that big ol' mag (Haha)
Got like sixty pounds, like, yeah
The feds gon' throw up flags
I I got big guns
I can't put with no goddamn laser tag
(On God)
Yeah yeah, on God, caught that boy
I swear we did him bad
Used-Used to ride in city cabs
Tryna see them titties bad
Draco with a fifty mag
You don't wanna get me mad
I'm chillin' in Ella, II put on Margiela
Then I called Marrgielaa
He he applying pressure
That talkin' shit be extra
I get yo' ass set up
I got that boy wet up, told him
"Keep his head up"
Yo' thot give me pleasure
Like he sneeze, choppa bless ya
(Slatt-slatt, yeah)
See how choppa gon' bless that bitch, nigga
Rah ah ah, extended clips, nigga
Wish you knew I could trip, nigga
Yeah, talk on the gang
You could sit with 'em
Fuck bad bitches in Hilfiger
It's with G-L-O, crackin' a seal with him
(yeah) that drug make me feel different
I pop my body a Perky
Internet niggas be lurking
And if I all, see a nigga jerky
I will not buy her a Birkin
Bad ass ho, she get that slurpee
Ha, caught that nigga lead and we murking
I cannot fuck with no bitch
That's for certain
(Bad ass bitch all on my dick
Bad ass bitch all in my crib)
(I'm with a bad ass bitch wanting my kids)
(yeah, yeah, I told that bitch
"You cannot have my kids")
(I ain't havin' no kids, bitch)
Him out them slums, like
With yo' broke ass
To Tote with that choppa on my
Hip, that shit got scope, yeah
Big money all up in my
Pockets, I can't float, yeah
Big-Big cash just all up in my
Account, I'm in my mode, yeah
Ha ha haha, hahahaha (Go)
Got like fifty rounds, like bitch
I got that big ol' mag (Haha)
Got like sixty pounds, like, yeah
The feds gon' throw up flags
I I got big guns
I can't put with no goddamn laser tag
(On God)
Yeah yeah, on God, caught that boy
I swear we did him bad
Used-Used to ride in city cabs
Tryna see them titties bad
Draco with a fifty mag
You don't wanna get me mad
I'm chillin' in Ella, II put on Margiela
Then I called Marrgielaa
He he applying pressure
That talkin' shit be extra
I get yo' ass set up
I got that boy wet up, told him
"Keep his head up"
Yo' thot give me pleasure
Like he sneeze, choppa bless ya
(Slatt-slatt, yeah)
See how choppa gon' bless that bitch, nigga
Rah ah ah, extended clips, nigga
Wish you knew I could trip, nigga
Yeah, talk on the gang
You could sit with 'em
Fuck bad bitches in Hilfiger
It's with G-L-O, crackin' a seal with him
(yeah) that drug make me feel different
I pop my body a Perky
Internet niggas be lurking
And if I all, see a nigga jerky
I will not buy her a Birkin
Bad ass ho, she get that slurpee
Ha, caught that nigga lead and we murking
I cannot fuck with no bitch
That's for certain
(Bad ass bitch all on my dick
Bad ass bitch all in my crib)
(I'm with a bad ass bitch wanting my kids)
(yeah, yeah, I told that bitch
"You cannot have my kids")
(I ain't havin' no kids, bitch)