Birdman - Broads lyrics

[Verse 1 - Manny Fresh] See these broads, I like em and sh** Wish I could give all these hoes a picture-of-my dick See I like em and psyche em, then I get in the win I might just need you and leave you at a quarter past ten, but I ain't gonna lie, your p**y was good But your mouth is better so I wish you would Work your way down to the diznick It feels so good when you do the liznick You got me doing push-ups and I'm taking ginseng (Let's get ready to rumble!) In the middle of the ring You got my dick hard like a '57 Chevy Rocked up, ya co*ked up, cause I'm ready To go up in ya, let that other n***a send ya Cards and sh** while you s**in my dick I like you a little bit more than I'm diggin my shirt Ya little pretty a** dick s**in expert, beeyoch! [Hook - Lil Wayne] See I love these broads but I toss em up quick Every trick that I get, they get flipped through the clique [Verse 2 - Birdman] These broads, n***a, I wish that I could love em all These broads, n***a, I wish that I could f** em all These broads, I let these hoes just drive my car But these hoes know one thing: that I'm a superstar These hoes get out of line, I'mma show 'em I'm a hog And now that I'm rich, I show these hoes that they ain't sh** And every ho I f** with, I make s** my dick It ain't no secret, I know these hoes about my money, sh** But I tell a ho quick, that she ain't sh** My main ho Clare, I don't make her s** my dick I might just get loose and wanna kiss my b**h But now that I got a daughter, I'm supposed to be light on a b**h But I'm gonne be hard on these hoes for life, sh** I'm a true U-P-T player for life, sh** But I'mma say it again, I don't love no b**hes I about my money, n***a, and f**ing these b**hes [Hook] [Verse 3 - Birdman] Now I dunn been here for 25 years I understand one thing: that life is a b**h I dunn lost my ma and my pa, my brother and my sister all up in one year I understand one thing, I gotta ball til I fall And show these hoes that money ain't no thang, dawg See, I tell a b**h that she ain't sh** And at the same time ask that ho to s** my dick See, I don't take money and mix with no b**h Cause one thing, these hoes would lose they mind and get lost quick It ain't no secret, I make these hoes think I'll pay their sh** But I keep it real and I pay my n***a's sh** I say, "f** a ho," and make these hoes back up I keep it real and f** with n***as who'll act up And kick in your front door, your ho told my n***a where your dope Now you stuck out like a ho! And my n***as dunn hit a lick from your b**h And all you hoes mad cause we dunn hit your sh** [Hook] Birdman: Now that was beautiful Baby. How you love that? Wa**up wa**up, me, with these b**hes I like gettin my dick s**ed, that's the only way I can get it. What's happenin Lil Wayne: Dawg...I like to get full of that enema and Kool-Aid...go all night Birdman: Yea...I get full of the Crystal, that sh** get a n***a hot. b**h know one thing: she f**ing with Baby, she gonna scuff her knees up, it's just like that. On the other hand, Lil One, what's happenin, what you workin with, what's in your pockets foo? Lil Wayne: (mutters) I'm playing with about...15 Birdman: Well...if he got 15 then you know I got 45. Wa**up. Cadillac wa**up boy? Uptown for life. Drivin nothing but new cars and f**in these broads. We pimp with our nose closed now boy! We about to have big thangs! Pretty broads! Nothing but new cars! It's all gravy, baby, believe that. Hot Boyz...it don't stop till the casket drop. It ain't gonna move unless the paper move