Dispose of Brawdz lyrics

I don't give a f*ck about these n*ggas or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo ass b*tch!!! ahh-ha

Verse One:

f*ck them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' b*tches out
All they wanna do is sneak a blunt or two out ya ounce
Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back
b*tches known for showin' other n*gga's where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a b*tch got him sick, if he a sucker for love b*tch
His n*gga's better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
b*tch! I'm just like you
b*tch! I smoke weed to
b*tch! I need gee'z so look
b*tch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a f*ck! die! now b*tch bye!
You blowin' my high!

Chorus:

I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a pus*y I f*ck myself
See real ass n*ggas don't fold or fall
In them all black clothes I dispose of brawdz
Now who in the hell came here to stop me
I'm in the party ballin with my posse ah-ha-ha
Now who the hell can they get to stop me
I'm in the projects ballin with my posse ah-ha-ha
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Verse Two:

f*ck these n*ggas who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild sh*t
To make these n*gga's wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these f*ckin' lunatic's
You talk sh*t! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die b*tch!
I ain't scared to die b*tch!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
By God-given talent I was gave from my birth
I couldn't let the sh*t go to waist
I had to put this sh*t to work
I'm just a ghetto ass n*gga!
With the street knowledge I was gave!
You try to play it brave, can you outrun a f*ckin 12 gauge?
Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up
You shouldn't have never f*cked up!
Now you lookin' f*cked up!
Blew his head clean off his shoulder
I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up
Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em
Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us b*tch!
Chorus

Verse Three:

I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head
Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed
When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread
I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head
Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and sh*t
When I stab that trick, you can have the b*tch
Grab yo b*tch, you need to try to train yo b*tch
Tame yo b*tch, cuz she be runnin' game ya b*tch
Now you all in a n*gga grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
A b*tch will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a pus*y I f*ck myself
See real ass n*gga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz

Chorus

Verse Four:

Punk sh*t got me livin on edge
Ballin' keep my artillery
Gangsta so I'm in the midst of sh*t
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on b*tches
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time b*tch, you f*ckin' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin for free, and drinkin with me hell nah
First ya got to take yo muthaf*ckin' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw now, you done
f*cked Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they pus*y fire ass hell
Got a game for that ass big di*k's to match
Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act
Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em
If you Glock 'em, n*gga spit 'em (n*ggA SPIT EM!)
Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, b*tch up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b*tch up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and b*tch up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
n*gga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My n*gga
Shake them hoes off
n*gga we ain't got no love for these hoes
These b*tches swtich di*k's like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a n*gga be thugged out
And we off in the club