Dead Broke lyrics

by

Master P


[Intro: Future]
Astronaut
GBE, Freebandz (Turn up)
My n*gga Chief
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Chyeah, chyeah

[Chorus: Future]
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
No flexin', dawg
It ain't no flexin', dawg (Woo, woo)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Turn up)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
See, I be high as I wanna be (Yeah)
Don't smoke that bubbly (Nah)
I smoke that kush, dawg
And I smoke so lovely (Yeah)
Your b*tch all under me (b*tch)
She wanna suck on me (Huh)
She wanna f*ck with me
But I sting like a bumblebee (Bang, bang)
See, I'm in my Burberry, in my pockets a couple G's (Beep)
Allergic to fake sh*t, get that sh*t the f*ck from me
I'm allergic to fake n*ggas, get them boys away from me (Huh)
Them boys be hatin' me (Huh)
But them boys won't play with me (Nah)
300 agency (300), no, we not make believe (Nah)
We go all day with heat (Bang, bang)
D. Rose, we spray these peeps (Bang, bang)
But D. Rose from 600, D. Rose will flip somethin' (Bang, bang)
My b*tches, my whips foreign (Skrrt)
And all I know get money (Beep)

[Chorus: Future]
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
No flexin', dawg
It ain't no flexin', dawg (Woo, woo)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Turn up)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Some of my n*ggas dead broke, but that ain't no damn joke (Nah)
They might kick a damn door, you run and you get smoked (Bap, bap, bap)
Just like a damn Newport, shots travel like passports (Bap)
I smoke kush and pop corks, I smoke kush and pop corks
All my n*ggas shottas, send you to the doctor (Bang)
If you talkin' crazy then you gon' meet my thumper (Bang, bang)
Your girl she a runner, she give me head then I'm done with her (What)
She only on me cause 'commas come
Big gun on me when the drama come (Bang)
Flexin', finessin', you know I keep weapons (Weapons)
Kill you in a second (Second), you know I am reckless (Reckless)
Flexin', finessin' (Finesse), you know I keep weapons (What)
Kill you in a second (Bang), you know I am reckless, I'm gone

[Chorus: Future]
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
No flexin', dawg
It ain't no flexin', dawg (Woo, woo)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Turn up)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
[Verse 3: SD]
Some of my n*ggas dead and broke, we rob we raise hell, ho (Let's get it)
These n*ggas don't play with me, we come through, we uppin' heat (Blatt)
You play, you get third degree, I'm fly as a magazine (Ayy)
These angels can't f*ck with me, man, I smoke 'til I'm off my feet (Let's get it)
Checks come through urgently, SD, b*tch, order me (Let's get it)
She gon' want f*ck with me after she see my squad of three (3Hunna)
b*tch, I'm no athlete, but I score like I'm Dominique (Let's get it)
Excuse me, b*tch, pardon me
Hope that you don't step on my sneaks (Ayy, ayy)
We blowin' urgently, man, my n*ggas do burglaries (Let's get it)
We eat bon-appetit, we show no casualty (Ayy)
Bullets do surgery, man, I can't promise dead peeps
Pockets is fat as Gleesh, savage, we run the streets (Let's get it)

[Chorus: Future]
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
No flexin', dawg
It ain't no flexin', dawg (Woo, woo)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Turn up)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Yeah)
Some of my n*ggas dead broke (Woo)
They'll leave your ass dead broke
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