Studio Ton - Neva Broke lyrics

Hey, what's up my n***a Check this out you been listenin' for awhile Why don't you tell these n***as What they really thinkin' about When be locked d-in-own {down} [Verse 1] During my stay all I talked about was when I touch down I'mma go buy me a tech with my b**hes welfare check And if I hurt her feelings who gives a f** I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth come-up I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush On my way to victories downtown surplus To get a blend aqua windbreaker To match blue latchin' vendeta Scadalism, that's what I'm majorin' in Yeah, murderism I'm doin' n***as in So give up the goods my nogga Remember me, I used to be your pa-not-na (partner) But f** ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya f**in' guts I got it in me cause ya clockin' do-do bucks Break yourself, n***a, quarters, pennies, rings, chains I'm takin ya car, too, n***a get out, you sittin on them thangs Prepare for the jack if ya sellin' coke As long as I got me a strap n***a, I'm never broke As long as I got me a strap, I'm never broke [Verse 2] Found the n***a car at the mall on bricks Beat strip, beat tip f**ed him like a b**h I'm that n***a to hate playas A playa hater starvin' like Somalia You got some yola? Cause I'm right back chokin' again Chokin' mo' now than I did before I went in Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for real I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and golden seals But I'm gon' be late, I'm on vacation Three weeks is too early for me to go back on a violation f** my P.O. I need some M-O N-E-Y so I can get high and kick in this n***a's door It's four in the morning I'm on a mission peep The best time to catch a n***a in his sleep Wake ya a** motherf**er I know ya rich Tell me where the f** is your scratch or else I'mma bust ya b**h Dude didn't agree so I tied him up And made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke Dude didn't agree so I tied him up Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm never broke I'm never broke [Verse 3] Baby crevice was tight like a pair of vice grips I looked at potna and said "You must got a little dick" Havin' fits, yeah he was cryin' like a toddler n***a couldn't stand hearin baby scream and holler I said "You got one mo' time my n***a, where is the mail?" He said "It's in the den, right hand corner, top vent" Now, folks, remember that I'm scandalous and I'm anti-f**less I carry diseases such as herpes and nut pluckers Nutted in the b**h, kissed her on her lips Made her get up and s** a little of my dick The b**h had her some game though Ya know she deep throated my pickle...and oh I dropped my strap like a s**er would She said "How does it feel" I said "Good" She said "You know this ain't weather to mix business with pleasure" I said "I know this ain't the weather to mix business with pleasure" She said You know this ain't the weather to mix business with pleasure sh**, she tried to bite off my pecker Hell breaks loose, I'm hecka juiced, and that's the truth Reach back as far as I can go and knock the sh** out the ho Picked up my tech n-up (up) off the grin-ound (ground) Pistol whipped potna, tied up sittin' d-in-own {down} I need a flathead screwdriver but a bu*ter knife'll do To the vent I went to collect my revenue Struck out the side as if I was Dave Stewart Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on Newark Through the dark alleys black this black that As long as I got me a strap look I'm never broke, yeah I'm never broke [Talking] Oh I see So what you're saying is that a pillsbury Is something like an investment Keep your revenues up to par And a pillsbury is a strap Precisely that's how motherf**ers make them fat g-in-et backs {get-backs} See I'm way respected in the rap industry Cause I skip, spit that real-life type sh** Feel it, so let's separate the true from the false The punk from the tardy And the motherf**in' good from the naughty