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letra de break a bitch down - $moke$pot

[intro]
gael, gael, gael, gael, gael
yur (yur, yur, yur, yur)
aye, aye, aye

[chorus – $moke $pot]
we gon’ break a b-tch down
ten clips to his face, chiefin’ i’m allowed
yeah we finna race, finna take him to the ground
shorty wanna taste so i take her to the mouth
make her wanna drown
we gon’ break a b-tch down
ten clips to his face, chiefin’ i’m allowed
yeah we finna race, finna take him to the ground
shorty wanna taste so i take her to the mouth
make her wanna drown

[verse 1 – ca$hflow]
you a dumb b-tch, in the slums b-tch
i be trying to make guap, like getting dumb rich
grew up along the glock
i be creeping on the guns b-tch
shawty off a molly, she gon’ bust it down dumb quick
you a dumb b-tch, in the slums b-tch
i be trying to make guap, like getting dumb rich
grew up along the glock
i be creeping on the guns b-tch
shawty off a molly, she gon’ bust it down dumb quick
and i’m going up
half a mil’ on my plate
got me pulling up
pop it, still in the race
steady smoking blunts
pop a x, catch a case
and i’m smoking runts, while i’m f-cking all up on her face
30s in my brain, i just popped myself an oxy
i’m posted with a pole, yeah i got a big shotty
and if i see an opp, then we gonna catch a body
lil’ b-tch i’m making money, i just pulled up in a masi
[verse 2 – $atori zoom]
feeling some way, nba that’s the game
thotties in my jeans, little b-tch we ain’t the same
hit the maldives, yeah we balling with the gang
yeah i got some opps, so i gotta keep a thang. (uh huh)
feeling some way, off the choppa, f-ck a fade
smoking in a rental even though it’s not okay. (uh huh)
got the best hand like i got a ace of spades
choppa ain’t no games, can’t find it in arcades
yeah i’m ready to ball, i don’t got the [?] (no sir)
[?], if i like it, then i cop it. (yeah, yeah)
f-ck a batman, i’m a young gen robin. (sorry)
can’t knock me out ’cause i’m a trending topic. (that’s facts)
if you throwing disses, but not making profit
lame ass ho, shut the f-ck up, stop talking
go brush your t–th, stinky ass, yeah you rotting
if they want war, let me know, it’s a coffin

[chorus – $moke$pot]
we gon’ break a b-tch down
ten clips to his face, chiefin’ i’m allowed
yeah we finna race, finna take him to the ground
shorty wanna taste so i take her to the mouth
make her wanna drown
we gon’ break a b-tch down
ten clips to his face, chiefin’ i’m allowed
yeah we finna race, finna take him to the ground
shorty wanna taste so i take her to the mouth
make her wanna drown

- mokepot

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