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letra de braking bad - bandgang masoe, the godfather & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: j1hunnit]
(alloutw4r)
1hunnit
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
how you expect me to pay paul, i gotta rob peter?
i’m in that trap warmin’ my hands under a sp-ce heater
wrap the baggies up before they come, it make me feel neater
turned my soda to a lava lamp, i’m fusin’ up my two-liter
heatin’ up the girl, see blood stains on my wifebeater
dough just keep on rollin’ in, won’t stop, i’m servin’ sevyn streeter
they think we run a kennel, it’s more pup in here than dog breeders
draco with the wood, i shot it so much, i done broke the cedar

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
a hundrеd shots, that’s on the k, it’s gettin’ so hard to miss
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d still be sеllin’ dog and sh-t
she be still suckin’ my d-ck after i dog that b-tch
i ain’t got no time to fall in love, i’m out here tryna get rich
i just rolled up some weed, who wanna smoke it?
you a clown, the type to run back to the block like jody
i go get high as h-ll like snoop after i smoke you
when you drop a main opp, that’s like an mvp trophy, n-gga

[verse 3: the godfather]
they don’t book us at no party, we be startin’ sh-t
i’ll gun you down and pull off fast, then go and park the whip
yeah, i’m really up for real, ain’t have a pot to p-ss
we the ones that poppin’ sh-t, be prayin’ to my chopper clip
the plug sent a thousand ‘bows from down the way
shoot a switch through the windshield and make a smiley face
this a louis type of day, stupid b-tch, stay in your place
it’s two hundred on the dash, i’m finna take off like a race
[verse 4: bandgang masoe]
it’s two hundred on the dash, pull up and bust your ass
i’m sellin’ ice, not grass, like this breaking bad
just know somebody finna die, n-gga make me mad
ghetto b-tch with me poppin’ e’s like a gym class
that’s pe, we got more squares than a tv
b-tch on my line, i’m finna spin her like a cd
they ask you who the best, every time, i bet they mention me
he was 5’5″, the n-gga died, now he six feet, money

[verse 5: prince jefe]
i ain’t me without the soda, cuddy, pass the lean
can’t tell your ass how many switches done got passed to me
he the driver, he ain’t never in the backseat
what else i’m ‘posed to do? these racks blue, these grams peak
i f-ck and give that b-tch thte boot, that ho can’t stand me
these circle k9 blues came from my granny
got her clearin’ checks at boa, b-tch, welcome to the scamily
ain’t never take her on no date, b-tch wake up, eat a plan b

[outro]
(alloutw4r)
(313 mafia)

- bandgang masoe the godfather glockboyz teejaee

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