Artist: Tory Lanez f/ Quavo, Tyga Album: Love Me Now? Song: Broke Leg Typed by: AZ Lyrics (Everything Foreign) What? I told her drop that ass 'til you can't no mo' Shake that ass up and down like your leg was broke Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground You fuck with a real nigga when his thugs was down You done walked in like you invented the do' You don't listen to opinions from these sensitive hoes Up and down on the dick like you ain't did it before Shorty * that shit like she invented the dome I see lil' mama in here twerkin' like she don't work a job She let me touch that body like a working massage Oh, she in her late 30's? She a bad lil' bitch All that age shit don't matter, not a tad lil' bit I'll take 'em 20, take 'em 30, take 'em 50 years old Get to shaking that ass like a video hoe She hit the club tonight in a pink dress She hit that nigga like "Why the fuck didn't you pay my rent yet?" Bounce that ass 'til you can't no mo' Shake that ass up and down like your leg was broke Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground You fuck with a real nigga when his thugs was down I said you workin' with some ass, yeah, some ass, yeah Make a nigga spend his bag, yeah, his bag, yeah Make a nigga pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah Fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Wassup though? (Wassup?) It's that Huncho (Quavo) Bounce that ass hoe, I'ma let cash go (Cash) Bitch, you already know how my gang roll (Gang) If they pull up, we turn into the stripper bowl (Strippy) She with the shit, can she do it with the stick? (She with it) Big banana, can she do it on a split? (Bow) Get flew'd out, take you on your first trip (Ooh) Can't clock out 'til noon, 'cause you still counting tips (No) Pop out, say "Ooh" Lookin' good with your bitch (Pop out) Rock out to June, in the summer time we lit (Rock out) Pop up balloons, it's your birthday, bitch (Wooh) All the rich niggas wanna save this bitch (Ugh) Bounce that ass 'til you can't no mo' Shake that ass up and down like your leg was broke Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground You fuck with a real nigga when his thugs was down I said you workin' with some ass, yeah, some ass, yeah Make a nigga spend his bag, yeah, his bag, yeah Make a nigga pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah Fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah yeah You know who she call when she flew into town She told me she would never fuck with me, look at her now Got the Lambo' sittin' low, bitch, scrapin' the ground (Skrrt) And my diamonds so loud, baguettes sing like Adele Got your hooker on the cell, think I'm pimpin' for real And these bitches love me 'cause I ain't kissing and tell If I ever make a wish, I ain't wishing 'em well Sold your soul for some clout, and you ain't never gon' sell T-Raw prevail, culinary sea shell Big ice on my cross, devil got no chill We been fuckin' for a year, I ain't even in my feels I been ballin' 10 years, you ain't even on the field (Field) Bounce that ass 'til you can't no mo' Shake that ass up and down like your leg was broke Take that big ol' booty girl and scrape the ground You fuck with a real nigga when his thugs was down I said you workin' with some ass, yeah, some ass, yeah Make a nigga spend his bag, yeah, his bag, yeah Make a nigga pop a tag, yeah, his tag, yeah Fuck a nigga like yeah, yeah, yeah yeah