Broke (remix) Lyrics - Singles - God

Dope, coke, 

You'll make a nigga go broke x3 

You remind me of dope, coke 

You'll make a nigga go broke x3 

You remind me of dope, coke 

One minute you'll be here, next minute you'll be gone 

Have a nigga faded by the end of the song 

Get a nigga knocked off and put a nigga on 

You remind me of a 9, straight shots to the dome 

38 long, getting a nigga gone 

Feels so right but you know that shit wrong 

You be in the trap, never talking on the phone 

You remind me of a nick get chrome for a fifth 

I can take you with me when I'm bout to hit a lick 

Keep that shit a 100 like a drum on a stick, 

The way you keep shit G, you remind me of a brick 

When incoming weight, no struggle just lift 

42 geekin, blame it on my wrist 

You can pick it up, yeah, I love the way you whip, pies 

We done came along way from nicks and dimes 

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Dope, coke 

You'll make a nigga go broke x3 

You remind me of dope, coke 

You'll make a nigga go broke x3 

Yeah, yall know what it is, 

Juicy J 

Yeah, remix nigga 

You remind me of dope, coke 

You tryna fuck a nigga on blow 

Hallusionating get smaller, and your throat so lost 

Where the fuck is my soul bitch, this I gotta know 

You the type that make a nigga leave his main thang 

Become the plug set of shop, do the same thang 

Go see my jewler drop 200 on a damn chain, 

Nice watch, four rings, 9 yards from a touchdown 

Coppin 50 choppers with banana rounds, 

I gotta watch niggas, its a full time job not to drop niggas 

When everybody got they eyes on the drop nigga 

You remind me of dope, blow 

A hoe with an ass niggas hooked on, 

I was pimpin that bitch till the bricks sold 

Stackin money on the books, bring my niggas home 

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She make me rich and she make you go broke, 

Play with that dough and I kick in your door 

No you can not get this hoe for the low 

Bring me that money you know what you owe 

She looks so good you gon pay whatever 

Been in the hood getting paid forever 

She look like pain and narcotic syrup 

She got me mace and im in margela 

So you know what on me, is nothing, I smoke you, like that color purple, that ora, tha solja, that Irene, that OG, that cookie, that diz, I have my bitches fuck you rocking Liz 

You remind me of dope, coke, blow, snow, white, cup, ice, purp, fuck, smoke, fuck, smoke 

And he don't want to let the bitch go 

You remind me of dope.