Brokey

Mm-mm-mm

Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay

That's on my baby, I ain't never had nothing on bro

Yeah, I be so sick of these hos, can't no bitch tell me shit, on bro

Girl, you bad as hell, swear to God, you turn me on

Yo' ****, he a broke geek, leave his ass home

I'm loving your swag, girl, you make her put it on

Girl, your **** can't afford these Christian Louboutins

All white toes, lil' mama on 'fro

We ain't eatin' no hibachi, just filet mignon

Yeah, girl, you bad as hell

The face job with the Botox bad as hell

You out of state, send that pussy to me through the mail

No makeup, you still the shit, girl, you somethin' else

If she pretty, I'm a trick, boy, I can't help it

The way she get me hit, I swear to God, she need a helmet

Girl, that pussy too good for you to be sellin' it

She a freak, wanna fuck me all on camera

360 on the dick, turn her into a dancer

If you don't need a ****, let me see you put your hands up

If he ain't bust you down, tell a **** man up

I got just one little shot of Atlanta

The chop make a **** bleed, better do damage

Like all them **** fuck you, me I ain't gonna run the mantra

Girl, I hate them when you lie, you ain't even Cancer

Swear to God, you the shit, my mama need a pamper

Yeah, I be so sick of these hos, can't no bitch tell me shit, on bro

Girl, you bad as hell, swear to God, you turn me on

Yo' ****, he a broke geek, leave his ass home

I'm loving your swag, girl, you make her put it on

Girl, your **** can't afford these Christian Louboutins

All white toes, lil' mama on 'fro

We ain't eatin' no hibachi, just filet mignon

Yeah, all these hos, can't no bitch tell me shit, on bro

Girl, you bad as hell, swear to God, you turn me on

Yo' ****, he a broke geek, yeah

Bet your ****, he a broke geek, leave his ass home

Bet your ****, he a broke geek, yeah

Bet your ****, he a broke geek, yeah

Bet your ****, he a broke geek, leave his ass home, for real

You ain't never had nothing on bro