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broke - conscious xz lyrics

i got the sauce and the chips
i got the money and drip
i got a mansion with couple of b*tches to suck on my d*ck when i’m sick
don’t you forget
i got a benz on the way
i got a couple of planes
i got the ice on my wrist, so cold
that i wear a sweater when i’m in the bank
i’m lying, i’m fake

n*gga im broke! (conscious x3) (x4)

never been broke like this
so broke i can’t pay the rent
the car and the cable dish
no job cuz i’m not content
and my own b*tch looking like she h*lla p*ssed
so what she irrelevant
got the money for the weed cuz i can’t rеsist
so broke i can’t pay for a wh0re to speak
afford to think
evеn if i want to cheat
n*ggas i’m broke!
but my swag on
i can make a mill (meal)
like a fat f*ck
i can get a hoe
but i have none
know i got a gift cuz i rap (wrap) some
been a pretty n*gga cuz i’m handsome
always give her d*ck with her hands up
i don’t want a b*tch if her head suck
i just want a b*tch with a pay stub
i got a goal for the radio
bumpin my sh*t on the stereo
n*ggas i hang with are very broke
don’t f*ck with a job like a dirty hoe
we bang on the block like a colored stone
little too much like 100 gnomes
n*ggas today they are f*ckkng grown
living back home
with no pot (pan/weed) they can f*cking own
i got the sauce and the chips
i got the money and drip
i got a mansion with couple of b*tches to suck on my d*ck when i’m sick
don’t you forget
i got a benz on the way
i got a couple of planes
i got the ice on my wrist, so cold
that i wear a sweater when i’m in the bank
i’m lying, i’m fake

n*gga im broke! (conscious x3) (x4)

i got a pool at the crib
i’m eating steak and some ribs
i got a tv that’s bigger than most of yo kids
something like 300 inch
i got a plaque on the wall
i may just buy out the mall
then hit up yo girl and be there when she need me and all
the give her the d*ck and the b*lls
n*gga i be too up
n*gga im high
need a b*tch with her b00bs done to take my life
the garage got like two trucks and a coupe on the side
take yo b*tch & and like two cups
we can drink for the night
all of this pressures an appleseed
and money ain’t sh*t but an apple tree
diamonds and gold they be after me
sick of the drip like a faucet leak
did it my way i’m a masterpiece
created the label like shipping things
mill in the bank that’s the sh*t i need
or meals on my plate cuz i want to eat
i got the sauce and the chips
i got the money and drip
i got a mansion with couple of b*tches to suck on my d*ck when i’m sick
don’t you forget
i got a benz on the way
i got a couple of planes
i got the ice on my wrist, so cold
that i wear a sweater when i’m in the bank
i’m lying, i’m fake

n*gga im broke! (conscious x3) (x4)

- conscious xz lyrics

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