Ntg - Broke The Rules (feat. Tshirt) Lyrics

I, I cannot
Take what you say without chasing it back with some salt
You say that it's all my fault
Yes, of course
You said you miss me, but you'll never miss with that bullshit
Out here correcting like you really learned on some school shit
Try to show you some new shit, but you broke the rules
You broke the
You broke the rules, you broke the
You broke the rules, you broke the rules, you broke the rules
Ayy, yeah you broke the rules and now you're on your own
You wanted a house, but I tried to give your ass a home
I'm on the one you had staring back at you when you opened up your phone
Now it's please after the tone Excuse me, yeah
I don't need no chick that's choosy I'm riding in this Bronco on Rodeo driving like my name is OJ Sipping, going limp, look like my body ain't got no shape
You told me you not like that, not into throwin no shade
But you made me feel like I lived in Washington, oops no shade
So dark, felt like winter in Alaska, talking no days
Act like you got skates on shorty, please stop with the role play
Please stop with the role play
Please stop with the mind games I've been ballin all day
We done came a long way
I just seen my baby in the hallway
Learned this shit the hard way Ballin Penny Hardaway
Ballin the Vince Carter way
Chanel, Celine, that's triple C's
Taking flights overseas
Bout my bag like double D
She wish it was two of me
Baby, it's just one of me
You can have all of me
Or you can have none of me
It's up to me
Yeah, that's up to us
Lean in my cup like a crutch Wokeisha my crush, she a slut
You can cry in a Bentley or a bus OJ Mayo cause I'm straight to the bucks
Feel like Tony when he met with the plug
Rick Owen's got the one that say cunt
Feeling lucky I got the sex money drugs
Balenciaga from the head to the feet
Could've bought my bitch a new butt
Poodie tang, y'all ain't saying none
Usain, I went on a run
Free Jeff cause I'm a young thug Free Jeff cause I'm a young thug
Free Jeff cause I'm a young thug Free Jeff cause I'm a young
11 years old when I jumped off the porch
Alpha Romeo, it look like a Porsche
Walk in my cup when I walk in the court
Bro pass me the rock, I ain't playing no sports
Hand in her face like I'm rocking some jorts
Cartier buffs like I play with Shadeur
I whip the pot with a knife and fork
She want the Louis, the Gucci, Dior
Juicy couture, I pour a four
I count the racks when I'm bored
Mission abort, tell that ho meet at the port
Chrome Heart glasses like a dork
Chrome Heart glasses like a nerd I'm slurring my words, she get on my nerves
She think I'm who she deserves She think about Louis V purse
I think about her curves
She put me last, I still put her first
She put me last, I still put her first
She put me last, I still put her first