Testo No Broke Dick - Jucee Froot
Testo della canzone No Broke Dick (Jucee Froot), tratta dall'album No Broke Dick
(C-C-Cook Gods)
He ain't talmbout no motherfuckin' chicken
I-I-I ain't throwin' ass unless I see some fuckin' money fall (fall, fall, fall)
Nigga, let me see them dollars fall
I ain't make my pussy talk unless I see that money talk (talk, talk, talk)
Nigga, can you make your pockets talk?
I don't want no five, nigga, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer (can't-can't be fuckin' with no broke nigga)
Bitch, I want them nine inches (I don't want no broke nigga dick)
I don't want no five, nigga, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer (I want a nigga that can dick-dick-dick)
Bitch, I want them nine inches (me good and can pay my rent)
Let's be specific (let's be), I want Rollies and Bentleys (uh-huh, skrrt)
Don't forget 'bout my inches, pound to smoke with my bitches
He done blew 'bout a ticket, to a boss, ain't no biggie (uh-uh)
And he hop out with that glizzy, leave his dick with a hickey
Ass so fat, so curvy (curvy), make him nervous (nervous)
Throw that ass on him on purpose (purpose), but I got that Birkin (that Birkin)
Heard ya lil' pussy ain't workin' (uh-uh) so he got me, sorry (sorry)
Head real good, he learnin' (learnin'), money long like journeys (journeys)
And I'm off a pill (pill)
I see them dollar signs, I need somethin' to feel (ay, what is that?)
You say you love me, nigga, show me that it's real (you love me)
Fuck all that talkin', why you all up in my grill? (Why?)
You cut that check, throw me a bag, we got a deal
I-I-I ain't throwin' ass unless I see some fuckin' money fall (fall, fall, fall)
Nigga, let me see them dollars fall
I ain't make my pussy talk unless I see that money talk (talk, talk, talk)
Nigga, can you make your pockets talk?
I don't want no five, nigga, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer (can't-can't be fuckin' with no broke nigga)
Bitch, I want them nine inches (I don't want no broke nigga dick)
I don't want no five, nigga, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer (I want a nigga that can dick-dick-dick)
Bitch, I want them nine inches (me good and can pay my rent)
Okay, you know that I'm a freak (freak), he know I ain't no good (no good)
He know I charge a fee (a fee), he always got me booked (he comfortable)
He hit me with that D (ooh), I take it like a crook (ooh)
But baby I'm a P (ooh), it ain't no kissin' ho (huh?)
Got a lotta ass on me, look so soft, make you wanna grab, don't it? (Grab on it)
Nigga wanna stand on it (stand), don't go in yo' pocket 'less you pullin' out a couple hunnid (where it's at?)
I done been there and done it, them lil' hos ain't talkin' no real money (no real money)
Talmbout 50-hunnid (haha), get him lil' geekable, he'll never give a fuck
And I'm off a pill (pill)
I see them dollar signs, I need somethin' to feel (feel, yeah)
You say you love me, nigga, show me that it's real (show me)
Fuck all that talkin', why you all up in my grill? (Why?)
You cut that check, throw me a bag, we got a deal
I-I-I ain't throwin' ass unless I see some fuckin' money fall (fall, fall, fall)
Nigga, let me see them dollars fall
I ain't make my pussy talk unless I see that money talk (talk, talk, talk)
Nigga, can you make your pockets talk?
I don't want no five, nigga, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer (can't-can't be fuckin' with no broke nigga)
Bitch, I want them nine inches (I don't want no broke nigga dick)
I don't want no five, nigga, I want the six digits
Na-na the thermometer (I want a nigga that can dick-dick-dick)
Bitch, I want them nine inches (me good and can pay my rent)
Uh-huh (can't-can't be fuckin' with no broke nigga, I don't want no broke nigga dick)
(I want a nigga that can dick-dick-dick me good and can pay my rent)
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Writer(s): Carter Christopher Hakiem, Alexander Terrica Shanice
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