bigDEEZ - Feel Broke (feat. $ouf$ide Guy)

Stigo!
Shawty like my style
She fuckin wit my ego
Yea!
Deezy!

Shawty like my style (style)
She fuckin wit my ego (yep)
Tryna get together, but we fuck wit other people (people)
Peeping through the blinds (blinds)
My pistol at the peephole (Peep)
They be tucking chains, move around like I'm Debo
Thinking I'm Magneto (x)
It's metal in my hand (metal)
Praying hard to God, cuz the devil on my ass (he is)
Reach for the skies, I'm coming for the cash
A nigga feel broke, and I ain't ever seen a cast

I'm feeling all alone (alone)
A noose is on my neck (neck)
I ain't never wrong, cuz I'm getting all the checks (checks)
Diva gave me weights, said it's time for you to flex (flex)
Shawty dropped the drawers, said it's time for you to stretch (stretch)
Shower, then I'm fresh (yes)
I'm feeling BeenOfficial (I am)
Flyer than a bitch, can a nigga get a whistle?
Cooking up a storm, I know you hear the sizzle (you hear it)
When I'm in the bay, I gotta holler at my nizzle (nigga)
What it do! Nigga please (please)
I am not a rat, but we looking for the cheese (cheese)
Walking wit a hammer, pants down to my knees (knees)
Shawty tryna make a move, but she for the streets (everybody)
Deezy for the freaks (yep)
But it's money first (ah)
You won't get the best, wasn't here for the worst (nope)
Look out for the rush, fingers down on the turf (turf)
Baby wanna ride the wave, every time we surf (surf)
Getting on my nerves, but

Shawty like my style (style)
She fuckin wit my ego (yep)
Tryna get together, but we fuck wit other people (people)
Peeping through the blinds (blinds)
My pistol at the peephole (Peep)
They be tucking chains, move around like I'm Debo
Thinking I'm Magneto (x)
It's metal in my hand (metal)
Praying hard to God, cuz the devil on my ass (he is)
Reach for the skies, I'm coming for the cash (yeah)
A nigga feel broke, and I ain't ever seen a cast (yessir)

If she wanna be my main thang, but I don't see that happening
And I just hope she understand that she can't be wifey
But she can still break bread wit me, give me some of that pussy, and slurp me up like an Italian icee
Inside of the four door, window sitting low, taking one to the facial, riding to some Isley
Bout to pick up me some pesos, on the phone wit my cousin queso, 4-4 right here beside me
And everybody wave when I walk inside the lobby of the bank, cuz they know I'm bout to make a big deposit
And yo hoe let them knees hit the floor, when I walk through the door, open her mouth cuz she know that's where ima drop it
And a lotta niggas hate, throw salt on the name, try to stop the money from coming in, but they can't stop it
All they can do is complain about everything I'm doing in the game, while they sitting in the bleachers just watching
Yeah

Shawty like my style (style)
She fuckin wit my ego (yep)
Tryna get together, but we fuck wit other people (people)
Peeping through the blinds (blinds)
My pistol at the peephole (Peep)
They be tucking chains, move around like I'm Debo
Thinking I'm Magneto (x)
It's metal in my hand (metal)
Praying hard to God, cuz the devil on my ass (he is)
Reach for the skies, I'm coming for the cash
A nigga feel broke, and I ain't ever seen a cast

He is
Coming for the
I ain't ever seen a cast

Written by:
Michael Towns

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