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letra de break 'em off (feat. big momma) - cakes da killa

[verse 1: big momma]
uh
which one of yall wanna run with me
get your wig pushed back like mr. clean
get put to sleep promethazine
i ain’t come into this (queue?) aimin at your whole team
f-ck these n—-s with a passion though
i send nine mili shots and you ? by smoke
which one of these ? out my assh0l-
i been feeling this sh-t since i can’t do (dough?)
m-th-f-ckas got beef gon’ give me the whole steak
i’m the queen of the pack you the p-wn, checkmate
these n—-s last place in the bad b-tch race
f–s actin’ like a ? put the irons in they face
i wanna— ?
you not up i got you
i’m the top b-tch ?
cakes da k!lla, talk to em

[verse 2: cakes da k!lla]
what yall n—-s finna do with me
been spittin 16 since ‘93
and b-tches overseas, in magazines
my (carter?) be by maybelline
f-ck you and your man hoe
cakey spit pure ammo
old n—-s get to talkin back its silver cats and they can’t go

[hook/break]
break em off off break em break em off
break em off off break em break em off
break em off off break em break em off
broke em off some buckle when i step through the door
break em off off break em break em off
break em off off break em break em off
break em off off break em break em off
broke em off some buckle—

[verse 3: cakes da k!lla]
i-i-i’m the most clinically insane c-nt b-tch up in the game
i’m poppin, lock n’ load my toaster if you merging in my lane
ridin too is all the same i wish a f– would say my name
n—-s talk a lotta sh-t since i came into my fame
my n—-s rap sh-ready
load the tec and machetes
n—-s is breathin on heavy once i drop the spaghetti
f–ts i boil em al dente, kay
wrapped in they ?
b-tches softer than penne
so i eat em for dinnay
(k-k-k!lla)
you all n—-s wanna find out
cakes came here to put b-tches in timeout
gotta bad b-tch who ain’t afraid to pull a bobs out
bought em overseas and i’m under where i hide out
dat sh-t cray
yall n—-s still need ben-g-y
i’m comin at n—-s (soupay?)
so f-ck that he-say, she-say
cakes that sh-t so n—-s cosign me
spit hot sh-t so the trade will rhyme me
f–s throw shots, sh-t can harm me
hit you with that (hommey hommey?)
my sh-t gon drip like cocaine
my sh-t gon out like coltrane
i been up on that benji sh-t
im blastin brims off

[verse 4: big momma]
big momma’s not a monster but i rip your f-ckin face loose
heavy sh-t leakin blood spewin like it’s baby puke
just had a premonition, you n—-s all went missin
yeah it’s cakes and im big momma and we been cute with competition like
d-mn, yo who the f-ck yall n—-s aimin’ for
like why the f-ck yall reachin when my n—-s at the top
you know these real n—-s won’t miss you
these n—-s say they don’t see you
so why the f-ck yall be rappin like your women totin their pistol on these b-tches i bury
in the pet cemetery
n—-s grab on your d-cks cus momma finna get scary
banana clips in yo gut wrap b-tches up like a doobie
put razor blades in yo face you b-tches sh-ggy like scooby
you feel me
b-tches better keep it quiet in this m-th-f-cker
before we have to start a riot in this m-th-f-cker
cakes da k!lla big momma (frill?) a manila
servin milk to these rappers that ain’t know f—–s is realer

- cakes da killa

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