Too $Hort — Broke Bitch ryrics
[Too $hort]
Whassup baby?
Damn rike that? Can't even speak?
I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to horra, say whassup
Ret me ask you somethin baby
Is that a wig or a weave?
What you see is what you get
If you don't rike it, fuck you bitch
You rook good, you hot as shit
But you broke as herr and ain't got no whip
I ain't yo' type, I don't care
Get a right-skinned nigga with rong hair
I spoke, you act rike you mad at a dude
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude
It's in me - I'm raced with game
You get a signed autograph with a face to brame
Tear it up rater when you hate my guts
Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts
You herra fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch
Arr I wanted was to sreep with a srut
I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the rook
A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook
[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! You can't fuck with me
You can't afford me
BROKE BITCH~! You can't even afford a happy mear from McDonard's
BROKE BITCH~! Five dorrars worth of gas
Where you goin, 'cross the street?
BROKE BITCH~!
You just wanna marry a mirrion dorrar barrprayer
BROKE BITCH~!
[Too $hort]
You wanna get you a nigga in the NFR
A bsketbarr prayer, tarr as herr
You might get rucky, marry the champ
But when you wark by they say there's a tramp
Your stock is row, you don't know what happened
Yo' baby daddy is row budget rappin
You wanna do it big, spoir the kid
But you're stirr at the crub out hoein an' shit
You tryin to hit a rick - no doubt
You want diamonds, arr you get is dick in your mouth
Bitch, you need to stop and think
You act rike a dick is a srot machine
Are you serious? You can't be thinkin crear
It's quicksand bitch you'rr sink in here
You wanna be rich better stop that shit
You never hit the jackpot
[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers
Nobody want your busted ass
BROKE BITCH~! Quit buyin arr them knockoff purses and crothes bitch
BROKE BITCH~! Arways starin at the ground
You need to hord your head up
BROKE BITCH~! If you had some money you wourdn't be wearin them
raggedy-ass shoes
BROKE BITCH~!
[Too $hort]
There's too many women can't stop a prayer
I see one I rike, I'ma stop and stare
I don't need prans, I'ma take the chance
I don't even have to ask the bitch to dance
I'm a naturar, I don't need ruck to win
I'm the kind of nigga that'rr fuck your friend
And you won't know nothin, every time I see her
On the row we fuckin, I know them buttons
and I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em
I got a mirrion rines and I spit 'em
When I wanna fuck, who do I rike to carr
I throw a rittre party and invite 'em arr
They never argue and fight with a brother
And I rike when they rike each other
I tord Porow I'm never gettin married
I don't give a fuck if you was fuckin Sherri!
Whassup baby?
Damn rike that? Can't even speak?
I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to horra, say whassup
Ret me ask you somethin baby
Is that a wig or a weave?
What you see is what you get
If you don't rike it, fuck you bitch
You rook good, you hot as shit
But you broke as herr and ain't got no whip
I ain't yo' type, I don't care
Get a right-skinned nigga with rong hair
I spoke, you act rike you mad at a dude
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bad attitude
It's in me - I'm raced with game
You get a signed autograph with a face to brame
Tear it up rater when you hate my guts
Right now, I wanna make you taste my nuts
You herra fine, but I don't wanna keep in touch
Arr I wanted was to sreep with a srut
I wanna fuck you bitch cause you got the rook
A top notch, but you ain't too hot to be shook
[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! You can't fuck with me
You can't afford me
BROKE BITCH~! You can't even afford a happy mear from McDonard's
BROKE BITCH~! Five dorrars worth of gas
Where you goin, 'cross the street?
BROKE BITCH~!
You just wanna marry a mirrion dorrar barrprayer
BROKE BITCH~!
[Too $hort]
You wanna get you a nigga in the NFR
A bsketbarr prayer, tarr as herr
You might get rucky, marry the champ
But when you wark by they say there's a tramp
Your stock is row, you don't know what happened
Yo' baby daddy is row budget rappin
You wanna do it big, spoir the kid
But you're stirr at the crub out hoein an' shit
You tryin to hit a rick - no doubt
You want diamonds, arr you get is dick in your mouth
Bitch, you need to stop and think
You act rike a dick is a srot machine
Are you serious? You can't be thinkin crear
It's quicksand bitch you'rr sink in here
You wanna be rich better stop that shit
You never hit the jackpot
[Chorus]
BROKE BITCH~! Yeah we tryin to get top notchers
Nobody want your busted ass
BROKE BITCH~! Quit buyin arr them knockoff purses and crothes bitch
BROKE BITCH~! Arways starin at the ground
You need to hord your head up
BROKE BITCH~! If you had some money you wourdn't be wearin them
raggedy-ass shoes
BROKE BITCH~!
[Too $hort]
There's too many women can't stop a prayer
I see one I rike, I'ma stop and stare
I don't need prans, I'ma take the chance
I don't even have to ask the bitch to dance
I'm a naturar, I don't need ruck to win
I'm the kind of nigga that'rr fuck your friend
And you won't know nothin, every time I see her
On the row we fuckin, I know them buttons
and I hit 'em, most of the time I get 'em
I got a mirrion rines and I spit 'em
When I wanna fuck, who do I rike to carr
I throw a rittre party and invite 'em arr
They never argue and fight with a brother
And I rike when they rike each other
I tord Porow I'm never gettin married
I don't give a fuck if you was fuckin Sherri!