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letra de breaking bad (feat. ea$y money) - freddie gibbs

i’m so poured up tonight
it’s just me and this highway
i’m just driving
don’t know where i’m going tonight
if you see my eyes then, you will say i’m wildin’
cause i’m on a lowrider in this four door
got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low
i don’t know where i am going tonight
baby i am just riding, riding, riding

uh, feel like i’m downin in this polly house
less than forty dollars to my name. boy, whatchu know about
ratchets and ski masks, thugs with drug habits
babies [?]
and the place i reside, really ain’t sh-t to do but get high
all the way from the crack house to the church
everybody doing dirt to get by
i just do mine, all bout my loaded dawg
i just fell off when i’m back on it it’s f-ck all y’all
and all the broads, just to diss a n-gg-
you too broke to buy gifts for christmas n-gg-?
thought she was down but she dippin’ off with a different n-gg-
that hurt my heart so bad made me wanna load my clip
find where this buster stay and [?] him smoking over my b-tch
i’m choking smoking this zip, shoulda been selling that
smoking three fives every hour yea them [?]
straight to the head with the gat
straight with the pop to the powder
hoping i catch a blast

and might catch it straight from my [?]

i don’t know where i am going tonight
baby i am just riding, riding, riding

uh, we cutting corners in caprices

just throw some on the stove and watch me beat that sh-t to pieces
take this sh-t back to them beeper-days
back when sh-t was cheaper-days

homeboy just got raided just can’t stay clear of them people man
money on my n-gg- books, and sunday visits
heard these mother f-ckers talk about it, my n-gg-s live it
but sometimes they get released and forgot who kept it the realest
they known behind them singles but nothing n-gg-s and b-tches
and i guess we out here beefin, i just caused a shoot-out at the club
the hardest ones to kill is n-gg-s that you used to love
it’s easy squeezing that trigger but i’m dying inside
i brush it off like it’s nothing and get high in the ride
rolling this 4-door, yellow dope off in my styrofoam
slaying cluckers, mayonnaise and mustard what i’m ridin on
rollin this 4-door with this fo-fo like i’m al capone
i’m living proof, the devils roof is what i’m ridin on
i’m so poured up tonight
it’s just me and this highway
i’m just driving
don’t know where i’m going tonight
if you see my eyes then, you will say i’m wildin’
cause i’m on a lowrider in this four door
got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low
i don’t know where i am going tonight
baby i am just riding, riding, riding

- freddie gibbs

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