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Tiny Meat Gang - Broke Bitch Lyrics



Tiny Meat Gang - Broke Bitch Lyrics
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We packin' diamond pistols!
Uh, yuh, ayy

Now hold up, bro, what the f*ck you say? Nah, you ain't sayin' none
Add a couple bitches, what's the problem? Nah, they makin' some
Walk Man doin' laps, it got us on the run
Bitch, you knowin' that we on the roll and that the tape is done, ah!
I'm whippin' somethin' foreign with expired tags
Signin' on the dotted line, whatever's gonna get the bag
The little man, short-sighted, my decisions bad
Just 'cause I'm the funny guy does not mean that I'm callin' back

So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, man, I tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like yo
So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, yeah, man, tell that broke bitch

Oh, shit, it's us again
She can't f*ck with me, so she just f*ck my friends
I can't get pulled over on the road 'cause I got contraband
My whip be creepin' on the ten, I'm feelin' weird again
They say, "Cody, grow up," I say, "Bitch, I'm goin' Peter Pan!"
Uh, bank account look like some Cheerios (yum!)
You can't see us 'cause we flyin' low
Ain't nothin' bought or predisposed
But the shit we make got legs and take off like a runny nose

So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, man, I tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like yo
So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, yeah, man, tell that broke bitch

We movin' fast (nyoom), y'all don't even know my race
And we know you're micro-soft, boy, we call you Billy Gates
I'm gainin' weight, we cookin' as of late
Got no taste for bein' broke so we ain't takin' any breaks
Man, you talkin' all cap, we just stick to low-key
Call me Thor 'cause she want my f*ckin' hammer, Loki
Man, we baggin' up the green, I don't even smoke tree
I'm her mainline, baby, 'cause she tryna OD

So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, man, I tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like yo
So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, yeah, man, tell that broke bitch

If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like
Tell that broke bitch, tell that, tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like
Man, tell that broke bitch
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We packin' diamond pistols!
Uh, yuh, ayy

Now hold up, bro, what the f*ck you say? Nah, you ain't sayin' none
Add a couple bitches, what's the problem? Nah, they makin' some
Walk Man doin' laps, it got us on the run
Bitch, you knowin' that we on the roll and that the tape is done, ah!
I'm whippin' somethin' foreign with expired tags
Signin' on the dotted line, whatever's gonna get the bag
The little man, short-sighted, my decisions bad
Just 'cause I'm the funny guy does not mean that I'm callin' back

So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, man, I tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like yo
So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, yeah, man, tell that broke bitch

Oh, shit, it's us again
She can't f*ck with me, so she just f*ck my friends
I can't get pulled over on the road 'cause I got contraband
My whip be creepin' on the ten, I'm feelin' weird again
They say, "Cody, grow up," I say, "Bitch, I'm goin' Peter Pan!"
Uh, bank account look like some Cheerios (yum!)
You can't see us 'cause we flyin' low
Ain't nothin' bought or predisposed
But the shit we make got legs and take off like a runny nose

So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, man, I tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like yo
So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, yeah, man, tell that broke bitch

We movin' fast (nyoom), y'all don't even know my race
And we know you're micro-soft, boy, we call you Billy Gates
I'm gainin' weight, we cookin' as of late
Got no taste for bein' broke so we ain't takin' any breaks
Man, you talkin' all cap, we just stick to low-key
Call me Thor 'cause she want my f*ckin' hammer, Loki
Man, we baggin' up the green, I don't even smoke tree
I'm her mainline, baby, 'cause she tryna OD

So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, man, I tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like yo
So quick, bitch, we workin' both ends
We put shit in motion, we just dipped our toes in, like
Whoa, yeah, man, tell that broke bitch

If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like
Tell that broke bitch, tell that, tell that broke bitch
If you wanna get in tune, better change your whole pitch, like
Man, tell that broke bitch
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Writer: Christian Dold, Cody Kolodziejzyk, Noel Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes




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