letra de raw technique - slyye
raw technique lyrics
[chorus]
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
[verse 1: slyye]
bow down b-tch to this wicked southern king
i’ll break you m-th-f-ckas cuz it ain’t a f-ckin thing
break em off, break em off, makin lemon bustas crawl
when they spеak my name without respect it’s gonna bе a brawl
f-ck em all, i’ll let em burn, as i sit upon my throne
watch the world as it turns, b-tch i’m stackin f-ckin bones
ransackin is the game, slyye is the m-th-f-ckin name
test this hand of a pimp, and you’re gonna feel the pain
pimp smackin all these suckas, snuffin cluckas with the ease
f-ckin hoes and breakin bones, hangin bodies from the trees
what the f-ck you think this is? b-tch i’ll punch you in the throat
hard to breathe, can’t compete, when you’re face down on the floor
buckin b-tches with the sickness, hoe my flow so relentless
bodies stackin with the quickness, spitting spells that are malicious
so vicious, venomous, huntin foes like artemis
ain’t no f-ckin tricks, no sh-t, break yourself you bizzitch
[chorus]
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
break ya self b-tch, break ya self b-tch
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