Tory Lanez, Quavo, Tyga - Broke Leg lyrics

Everything Foreign, hahaha

What, I told her drop that ass
'til you can't no more
Shake that ass up and down
Like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl
And scrub the ground
You fuck with a real nigga
When the thugs were down

You done walked in like you
Ain't fit in the door
You don't listen to opinions
From these sensitive hoes
Up and down on that dick like
You ain't did it before
Shawty suck that shit like
She invented the dome
I see lil' mama in here twerkin'
Like she don't work a job
She let me touch that body
Like I work in massage
Oh, she in her late 30s? She a bad lil' bitch
All that age shit don't matter
Not a tad lil' bit
I take 'em 20, take 'em 30
Take 'em 50 years old
Get her shakin' that ass like a video ho
She hit the club tonight in her pink dress
She hit that nigga like
'Why the fuck ain't you pay my rent check?'

Bounce that ass 'til you can't no more
Shake that ass up and down
Like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl
And scrub the ground
You fuck with a real nigga
When the thugs were down

I said, you workin' with some
Ass, yeah, some ass, yeah
Make a nigga spend his bag here, his bag here
Make a nigga pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah
Fuck a nigga like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What's up, though? It's the Huncho (Quavo)
Bounce that ass, ho (Ass)
I'ma let cash go (Cash)
Bitch, you already know how my gang roll
(Gang) if they pull up
We turn it to the Stripper Bowl (Strippy)
She with that shit
Can she do it with a stick?
(She wit it! Damn)
Big banana, can she do it on a split? (Bow)
Get flew'd out, take you on your first trip
(Oh) can't clock out 'til noon
'cause you still countin' tips (No)
Pop out, say "Ooh, lookin' good
" with your bitch (Pop-out)
Rock out 'til June, in the summertime we lit
(Rock out)
Pop up balloons, it's your birthday, bitch
(Woo)
All the rich niggas wanna save this bitch
(Uh)

Bounce that ass 'til you can't no more
Shake that ass up and down
Like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl
And scrub the ground
You fuck with a real nigga
When the thugs were down

I said, you workin' with some
Ass, yeah, some ass, yeah
Make a nigga spend his bag here, his bag here
Make a nigga pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah
Fuck a nigga like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know who she call when she flew into town
She told me she would never fuck with me
Look at her now
Got the Lambo sittin' low, bitch
Scrapin' the ground and my diamonds so loud
Baguettes sing like Adele
Got your hooker on the sale
Think I'm pimpin' for real
And these bitches love me
'cause I ain't kissin' and tell
If I ever make a wish
I ain't wishin' 'em well
Sold your soul for some clout
You ain't never gon' sell
T-Raw prevail, Cullinan seashell
Big ice on my cross, devil got no chill
We've been fuckin' for a year
I ain't even in my feels
I've been ballin' 10 years
You ain't even on the field

Bounce that ass 'til you can't no more
Shake that ass up and down
Like your leg was broke
Take that big ol' booty girl
And scrub the ground
You fuck with a real nigga
When the thugs were down

I said, you workin' with some
Ass, yeah, some ass, yeah
Make a nigga spend his bag here, his bag here
Make a nigga pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah
Fuck a nigga like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah