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letra de breakfast of champions - mickey diamond

[intro]
we’re alcoholics, of course the only way to cure our hangover is to drink again
look at this n-gga here
f-ck, the only n-gga that i know that still f-cking drink 40 ounces, man
like in the f-ckin’ ’80s, man
(it’s five o’clock somewhere)
my b-tch asked me what i had for breakfast, cigarettes and liquor (wake up!)
my b-tch asked me what i—
yo, turn me up
i’m back, n-gga, yo

[chorus]
my n-gga bag work without gloves, he dropped dirty
my shooter warmed up before the game and dropped thirty (brrt)
razorblade under my tongue, i’m like birdie (huh?)
bum-ass n-ggas wanna flip, i’m not worried

[verse]
we in thе warzone, we get fly whеn the war’s on
i rock a tan mcm parker with the snub nose (yeah)
40 belows, hoes love those
spillin’ rosé on clothes until the club closed (what?)
my entire environment is a drug zone (yeah)
still supplyin’ it, fifty-five like mutombo
no retirement, whip the pot like it’s gumbo
jambalayan wirst, get twist by the man with the iron fist (uh)
designer fits, my b-tch in the kitchen fryin’ fish
fresh out the fire, see my name on a flyer (diamonds)
i need tickets for everybody that i’m ridin’ with (boom!)
play with the stick like a violin
sleep advise ’em in, owen hart inside of the lion’s den
they find you all tired, man, run in your spot
when it’s hot like a fireman
my town got a history of doin’ violent sh-t, you see how live it get
winner sign, city politics
young thugs equipped with cannons like a pirate ship (boom!)
gotta strike a match to get the pilot lit
ramen noodles for dinner, that kind of sh-t
hear these crash dummies doin’ all kind of sh-t (wake up!)
yeah
[chorus]
my n-gga bag work without gloves, he dropped dirty
my shooter warmed up before the game and dropped thirty (brrt)
razorblade under my tongue, i’m like birdie (uh?)
bum-ass n-ggas wanna flip, i’m not worried
my n-gga bag work without gloves, he dropped dirty (f-ck)
my shooter warmed up before the game and dropped thirty
i ain’t gotta be too specific (huh?)
if you look in the barrel, your future’s in it, huh?

[outro]
(it’s-it’s-it’s-it’s the umbrella, b-tch)

- mickey diamond

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