Lyrics Tory Lanez – Broke Leg

(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

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)

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