Broken Homes Lyrics By The Plug
We coming from broken homes
My **** still smoking cones
Our bitches knowing all these songs
The Roley need frozen stones
And we been trapping hard
Them phones like BT
And she ain't ever phonin' home
Like ET
And I be in the coldest zones
I fuck her with the Rolex on
Yeah, the price too low
We ain't pulling up to that show
I'm reppin' for the O
With the CEO
And I got the shoes on gold
I make the type of money you ain't seen before
Paying out the load, tryna be the low
It's 4am, I might cream some more
Bad little bitch, you gon' freak some more
Yeah, yeah, uh
The bottom ain't the place for me
I'm running to the money, impatiently
In a room full of **** you would hate to meet
All I ever did is wait patiently
But that was never getting that done for me
We're strapped on the body like dungarees
She wanna fuck the kid and make love with me
'Cause I'm still lit
I ain't heard the drums, still lit
You're smoking one spliff
I'm smoking one zip
I tell them **** "Get it how you live"
You looking at your wrist and you ain't got a crib
I tell them **** "Get it how you live"
We're buying more bricks
We're buying more sticks
They told me I should get it how I live
We coming from broken homes
My **** still smoking cones
Our bitches knowing all these songs
The Roley need frozen stones
And we been trapping hard
Them phones like BT
And she ain't ever phonin' home
Like ET
And I be in the coldest zones
I fuck her with the Rolex on
Brown sugar
I was just rollin' stones
Hair went past her long black coat
Heroin in my Porsche
I was in an all black cab with a bad b
She had to ask if this is Fake Taxi
Need to take this kilo home, yeah
Nokia, all my phones, yeah
Still stressed got a broken dome
Bought a ting just to match my clothes
No face, no case
Straight Ace
Wimbledon Rolex on
Liv couldn't hit it with the ice on deck
No risk, cah we're billing with Smallz
No prick, I don't answer your calls
Broken homes and it wasn't my fault
There's some bags in the back of the foreign
There's some dude from Swiss on my coat
This ain't no joke, jug on my own
Got me a house on a road
I'm real and it's all in my bone
Broken homes but I didn't fold
I got me some cash
And it doesn't fold
I smoke me a zip as I laugh on the world yeah
We coming from broken homes
My **** still smoking cones
Our bitches knowing all these songs
The Roley need frozen stones
And we been trapping hard
Them phones like BT
And she ain't ever phonin' home
Like ET
And I be in the coldest zones
I fuck her with the Rolex on
I fuck with the Rolex on, yeah
I fuck her to all of my songs, yeah
Put the Chanel in my home, yeah
I'm hoppin' on the lean and I'm gone
I fuck her like a dog need a bone
I might thirty pull out choppers, I'm rogue
Now I spend a hunnid thousand on clothes
Bitch and we gon' done a video for Vogue
Ain't sit 'round, I ain't beatin' 'round the bush
Her ass fat and her hair real long
Shoot dese **** and we smoking on north
One four and I get in my zone
In the kitchen, had to cook it with a fork
Loud chain, and my car is a Porsche
And a **** drippin' harder than your boy
So now me ****, have a party witcha whore
Hit the club and pop a bottle witcha boy
We get money, gotta let these bitches know
Paint her pussy, got an A+ in art
M.I.A. with the top off the car
Wanna star, so I iced out the star
Fuck the car speed, don't live by the law
He a bitch, I've been rich with the sauce
You little **** don't know what I saw
We coming from broken homes
My **** still smoking cones
Our bitches knowing all these songs
The Roley need frozen stones
And we been trapping hard
Them phones like BT
And she ain't ever phonin' home
Like ET
And I be in the coldest zones
I fuck her with the Rolex on
