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Broom talk Video (MV)




Performed By: Dei
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Deja Roi-Kinna




Dei - Broom talk Lyrics
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(Wow)
Can't nowhere without my stick
Talk on me, lil bitch, I'm uppin' this shit (Pop)
Open the oven, the kicks, I'm rocking this bitch
I'm rocking the preem, I'm rocking supreme on this shit (What?)
I brang me the stick
Stop calling on me
Stop calling on me
If you wanna talk I'm calling the sweep (Pop)
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running these drugs and I'm running this sweep (Pop)
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running off drugs and I'm running this sweep
She think it's so sweet
I'm in Crenshaw and I'm rocking new creeps
Yeah, I'm rocking new creep
All of my money go up to the fleas
If you talking on me
No, I don't condone if you talk to police
If you talking to 12
I can't f*ck with you, nose too sweet (Ba)
Running this sweep (Ba)
Running this sweep (Ba)
Running this sweep
Running this sweep (Wow)
Running this sweep (Wow)
Running this sweep (Wow)
Running this sweep
Run up, I'm running this muhf*ckin' sweep
Huh, run me that muhf*ckin' bag (What?)
Call me when all of yo money go up sun and it stack out the shed (Shut the f*ck up)
Go to the sun and I give you my number you run me yo muhf*ckin' pack (Shut the f*ck up)
How you talking and holding the creds but I got more money this week
Money this week
Money this week
I made money this week
Holdin' the cutter, I'm sawing his feet
Now, I'm making this sweep
Making this sweep
Huh
Can't nowhere without my stick (What?)
Talk on me, lil bitch, I'm uppin' this shit (Pop)
Open the oven, the kicks, I'm rocking this bitch
I'm rocking the preem, I'm rocking supreme on this shit
I brang me the stick
Stop calling on me
Stop calling on me
If you wanna talk I'm calling the sweep
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running these drugs and I'm running this sweep
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running off drugs and I'm running this sweep (Shut the f*ck up)
She think it's so sweet
I'm in Crenshaw and I'm rocking new creeps
Yeah, I'm rocking new creep
All of my money go up to the fleas
If you talking on me
No, I don't condone if you talk to police
If you talking to 12
I can't f*ck with you, nose too sweet (Shut the f*ck up)
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep (Squawk)
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Run up, I'm running this muhf*ckin' sweep (Pew)
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(Wow)
Can't nowhere without my stick
Talk on me, lil bitch, I'm uppin' this shit (Pop)
Open the oven, the kicks, I'm rocking this bitch
I'm rocking the preem, I'm rocking supreme on this shit (What?)
I brang me the stick
Stop calling on me
Stop calling on me
If you wanna talk I'm calling the sweep (Pop)
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running these drugs and I'm running this sweep (Pop)
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running off drugs and I'm running this sweep
She think it's so sweet
I'm in Crenshaw and I'm rocking new creeps
Yeah, I'm rocking new creep
All of my money go up to the fleas
If you talking on me
No, I don't condone if you talk to police
If you talking to 12
I can't f*ck with you, nose too sweet (Ba)
Running this sweep (Ba)
Running this sweep (Ba)
Running this sweep
Running this sweep (Wow)
Running this sweep (Wow)
Running this sweep (Wow)
Running this sweep
Run up, I'm running this muhf*ckin' sweep
Huh, run me that muhf*ckin' bag (What?)
Call me when all of yo money go up sun and it stack out the shed (Shut the f*ck up)
Go to the sun and I give you my number you run me yo muhf*ckin' pack (Shut the f*ck up)
How you talking and holding the creds but I got more money this week
Money this week
Money this week
I made money this week
Holdin' the cutter, I'm sawing his feet
Now, I'm making this sweep
Making this sweep
Huh
Can't nowhere without my stick (What?)
Talk on me, lil bitch, I'm uppin' this shit (Pop)
Open the oven, the kicks, I'm rocking this bitch
I'm rocking the preem, I'm rocking supreme on this shit
I brang me the stick
Stop calling on me
Stop calling on me
If you wanna talk I'm calling the sweep
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running these drugs and I'm running this sweep
Yeah, I'm running this sweep
Running off drugs and I'm running this sweep (Shut the f*ck up)
She think it's so sweet
I'm in Crenshaw and I'm rocking new creeps
Yeah, I'm rocking new creep
All of my money go up to the fleas
If you talking on me
No, I don't condone if you talk to police
If you talking to 12
I can't f*ck with you, nose too sweet (Shut the f*ck up)
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep (Squawk)
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Running this sweep
Run up, I'm running this muhf*ckin' sweep (Pew)
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Writer: Deja Roi-Kinna
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