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letra de break my lungs - mar90s

[intro]
yeah, uh, uh
got a glock wit’ a d-ck, got a glock wit’ a drum
uh, uh, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
got a glock wit’ a d-ck, uh, uh, yeah, uh

[chorus]
got a glock wit’ a d-ck
got a glock wit’ a drum
gelato #41
hit the bong, break my lungs
i spend guap when i’m bored
i spend guap to have fun
oh, you mad that you broke?
oh, you mad you’re a b-m?

[verse 1]
she put the xan’ on her tongue
oh that’s your friend? tell her come
you got a kid? i don’t mind
i don’t mind ’cause i f-ck moms
i need her face, need her tongue
she eat my kids, eat my c-m
i eat the p-ssy if i’m drunk
she said she love me but she don’t
i got it on me, don’t run up
this a sawed-off, not a pump
the shotty make him dance, make him crump
i don’t think this what you want
i’m always up to some’
up from the night to the mornin’
fingers hurt, all this thumbin’
pop a perc’ on a sunday

[verse 2]
i’m a king like lebron
what’s in my jeans? knots and loans
shopping spree for my mom
might get her anything she want
i got pounds, what you want?
spendin’ pounds out in london
smokin’ pound cake out in london
come wit’ cash, i can’t front you
do the dash in the foreign
my wrist flooded like it’s pourin’
pints on pints, we keep scorin’
f-ck up the work, we at your doorstep
lot of horses, ‘rari porsches
steerin’ wheel made of tortoise
designer wheels, only forgis
i love pullin’ off in foreigns, yeah
lot of engine, hear it roar
we smoke the gas out the ‘rari
we f-ck from night ’til the mornin’
in the waldorf astoria
i got some hoes on the way, i think like four of ’em

[outro]
oh, you mad you’re a b-m?
oh, you mad you’re a b-m?
oh, you mad you’re a b-m?
i spend guap just for fun
oh, you mad you’re a b-m?
i spend guap just for fun

- mar90s

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