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broke boy (hit the woah) - trillychris lyrics

[intro: trillychris]
man, f-ck andrew
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
bro, f-ck that sh-t, bro, we gon’ do it my style, bro
on that real sh-t
aye

[verse 1: trillychris]
n-gg-, rewind it
while b-tch, i resign on it
and you think you’re all about it, huh
young n-gg-s running
well, b-tch off of young n-gg-s
not even water gon’ stop it, huh
n-gg-, rewind it
while b-tch, i resign on it
and you think you’re all about it, huh
why you gon’ do that sh-t?
all to my woah
aye, aye, about that walk
got that guwop in my hair, hey
young n-gg-s said they gonna stop me
where them bags, huh?
why you gonna do that sh-t, in my life, too?
why you do it twice, too?
b-tch, i put that ice, too
aye
we pull out the strap
pulling dollars back of the trunk, aye
fully reloaded, duh
firing at a p-ssy n-gg- trunk
why you running up?
why you wanna f-ck with a gang?
all my n-gg-s we gang bang
young n-gg-s go gang swinging
old n-gg-s go gang banging
sw-ng, woah, f-ck that sh-t
no, yuh, why we running up?
shooting at p-ssy n-gg-s, down, hey
i don’t f-ck with that screaming sh-t
i’m on that sh-t
some stupid young n-gg-s wanna run up to me
’cause they some stupid

[chorus 1: trillychris]
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh
aye, hit the woah, huh (man, f-ck that sh-t)

[verse 2: trillychris]
n-gg-s so stupid they got that b-tch open it on the ground, aye
[?], you’re next, you’re done good, young n-gg-s always gon’ be all frowning, aye
young n-gg-s always not even gonna make no more bands, than the work
young n-gg-s don’t even wanna stick around in the hood, y’all n-gg-s gon get all murk’d
aye, aye
sneak up on the site, p-ssy n-gg-s going dying
get big choppers shooting young n-gg-s, all liars, aye
running up on my site, get pow pow pow pow, aye
shooting n-gg-s, wanna run, drop drop drop drop, aye

[chorus 2: buskyvg]
don’t you f-ck with me, lil b-tch, you get murk’d, uh
don’t you f-ck with me, broke boy, you get hurt, uh
don’t you f-ck with me, lil b-tch, you get murk’d, uh
don’t you f-ck with me, broke boy, you get hurt, uh

[verse 3: buskyvg]
my b-tch be feeling santana
b-tch, hot like the ‘bama
b-tch, motherf-cker and scammers
holy riches on these b-tches
young f-cker, i did this
can’t tell with bricks on these b-tches
pov hoes with go pro
all these hoes want more dough
making the cabbage, he don’t show
making the cabbage, he don’t, uh

- trillychris lyrics

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