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letra de breaking bad - warhol.ss

breaking bad lyrics
[intro]
uh, yeah
uh, aye

[verse]
boy i see you looking with your looking ass
aye, i can’t have them n-ggas nowhere near me, they be looking bad
peek inside my operation, studio like breaking bad
cooking in this b-tch, it get flammable like meth labs
shawty saying i’m the biggest thirty-two, uh
and i keep my thirty too, i ain’t afraid to use it
i was making good paper with this b-tch named susan
when she walk inside the branch a bankroll coming to me
put a switch on that glizzy then you cl!ck it to the side
squeeze on the trigger, let it out, bullets flying
better not front your move baby boy, he get mеlvin
and he used to be hot, now hе lost it and they shelved him
take a pretty b-tch, buy her a body, call her a build-a-bear
catch a n-gga slipping in my circle, i’m gon’ take it there
when you dealing with your people then you gotta’ set the standards
if you loafing and your guard down, what you doing?
they catch you lacking and they drawing down
told this goofy ain’t no wock’y but it’s par around
i can deal with whatever, i was raised with them bloodhounds
i done felt betrayed and it weigh heavy on my heart now
that’s why i’m cold now, aye, phew, aye, yeah
you ain’t never met no b-tch realer than your n-ggas
checking bags, now these n-ggas say you taking sauce
but when i needed you for something you weren’t no where around
n-ggas snitches in disguise, it’s a pig stye
when i jump inside that water it’s a fish fry
pink tens same color h-llo kitty dolls
still sh-tting on these n-ggas, pepto bismol
yellow offwhite ones, call em’ pikachu
n-gga think he fly, he a ostrich, he never flew
choppa’ bullets rain, clear em’ out, chicken noodle soup
these n-ggas straight garbage, he thrown in the trash chute
vegas hitting hoes top floor, it’s a glass house
thick b-tch, ass out, suck me with that mad mouth
brodie turned to mad max, he been testing all them brand new choppers on the lab rats
if i call a n-gga one of my brothers we gon’ bust it down, kitkat’s
i could rap forever, teaching n-ggas all my known facts
grew up on the eastside, i’m walking down the exchange and hit colfax
then i hit atlanta, on the southside, on old nat’
we gon’ get the up’s first, better not look like you clutching
i ain’t playing extra gangster, my brothers they decapitating sh-t
in that benz, soft top, we decapitating whips
make my b-tch clear this move cause’ i had to take a trip
i might be overwhelming him, n-gga best to get a grip
walking in my white air force 1’s, nelly sh-t
ricky bobby, n-ggas last, i’m the first-round pick
i appreciate them n-ggas who been behind me off the rip
roll my leaf with some wax, laptop he get mac’d
why the f-ck is you relaxed? you ain’t checked you no sack
making raps on this wax
if you popping in this sh-t, you gon’ sell like some crack

- warhol ss

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