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letra de breaking bad - adamn killa

[chorus: ad-mn k!lla]
n-gg-s be talkin’ but i ain’t with the chit chat
(chit chat, chit chat, chit chat, chit chat)
f-ck them n-gg-s, b-tch i ain’t with that
(with that, with that, with that, with that)
we get money like we on breaking bad
(breaking bad, breaking bad, breaking bad, breaking bad)
all that talkin’, boy my pockets gettin’ fat
(gettin’ fat, gettin’ fat, gettin’ fat, gettin’ fat)
n-gg-s be talkin’ but i ain’t with the chit chat
(chit chat, chit chat, chit chat, chit chat)
f-ck them n-gg-s, b-tch i ain’t with that
(with that, with that, with that, with that)
we get money like we on breaking bad
(breaking bad, breaking bad, breaking bad, breaking bad)
all that talkin’, boy my pockets gettin’ fat
(gettin’ fat, gettin’ fat, gettin’ fat, gettin’ fat)

[verse 1: ad-mn k!lla]
mcdonald’s baby, way i love this sh-t (love this sh-t)
i’m into money, i’m in love with it (i’m in love with it)
i got goals and i accomplish (accomplish)
b-tch i’m ballin’, you can hear the swish (swish, swish)
just died my shoes red like the clown, yeah
walk outside and they taking pics (taking pics)
bad girl like get a switch (get a switch)
some of y’all is h-t or miss (hit or miss)
broke -ss, every day you wake up p-ssed (wake up p-ssed)
wake up every day, mark somethin’ off my list (off my list)
every day we get it (get it, get it)
every day, big sh-t (big sh-t big sh-t)

[verse 2: lil reek]
stay down and tryna get me a big sack
slimeball, f-ck with me get waxed
4 pockets full, all on insta-fat
foreign, two hundred on the dash (skrrt skrrt skrrt)
no cap, i really trap
stay down, choppers come ’round
i add your time
what do you want, a brick or a pound?
pull up to your town
ad-mn with me, he air you out
he gon’ knock you down
no place for hate, get shot in your face
my young n-gg-s, they wanna rave
no rare -ss meat, put you on a plate
guarantee you get your -ss ate
and them slimeb-lls, they gon’ take it all
they’ll scoop your -ss right out your drawers
and they givin’ the zone right now
smokin’ cookies by the pound

[verse 3: ad-mn k!lla]
f-ck that talkin’, let’s go get a bag (get a bag)
n-gg-s rather go sit on they -ss (on they -ss)
b-tch i’m ballin’, i feel like i’m dead (like i’m dead)
this the real me, this is not an act (not an act)
wear red in october, i feel like mike jack
n-gg-s mad ’cause they kneepads on they back (on they backs)
i can’t even rock with that (rock with that)
makin’ all these songs, i feel like bell pat (bell pat)
b-tch i’m ballin’, check the chinstrap (chinstrap)
a thousand for the shoes, check the toetap (toetap)
n-gg-s mad that they are whack (they are whack)
and they pockets out of whack (out of whack)

- adamn killa

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