Lyrics:
ass lemme smash that tho
Like when you drop that thang down low
Said she gotta man we at then yo
Brand new hoes on my line
Change in my wallet
But my
is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what it's all about,
It's too much, man, let it all hang out
Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.'s
really need to fuck it up
Take 'er to the pasture, maybe there I'll show her somethin
Just a perty country bumpkin
Ain't by luck I got her buckin
Like
Can't stop my food wa you feel likeeeeee
Too solid an firm can't deny
Headtop wa fly south wid di three-five
Dem know man bad by design
Chase i know
they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch
spoil your mans, make him mine
Take all you made, call you gay on Hot 97
Drop by your dwellin' got the weapon right behind your melon
Ain't no
in the mall
and I know you aint fuckin' her. You fucked with me last night that's my best
friend and we don't get down like that.
Yeah muthafucka
Laughin', I'm wicked, blow the hash and the kush down
Focus on the bread when niggas try to gaffle me
That's when I treat 'em with force and brutality
My
They out on they block, we 'bout to slide by
Soon as you spot yo' man, hop out, walk 'em down
This ain't no fuckin' drive-by (fuckin' drive)
War time,
And as watch my lil brother grow into a man
Walking candidly down the street like let go my hand
I'm on the upswing with the way that I been throwing hands
I
the bronx, to the A, to the bay back to queens
At my pops crib he gon' tell me just like how it is
Fuck a shoulda coulda I don't wanna say man if I woulda
deserve
Count my blessings
Reading essence while the jet fuel burns
Posted in the Bronx feeling like Kool Herk
Unico the britches, bitches like cool shirt
I
gun shots and I ain’t talking kool g
Overdosing on crack sells
Man rest in peace to pookie
Rest in peace to all my n**** out in highbridge
They either
everybody know em
But truth be told they Bronx 12 local, channel 68
Darqness spreading global, risk it all willingly
Kid went postal, almost cost me a brother
it moving
Cruisin tryna clear my thoughts cause my thoughts steady growing
Bout these blog sites thinkin everybody know em
But truth be told they Bronx
both
Came a long way running down them Bronx blocks
Watching headshots saw the pain wish the shit stop
Listen custom made Belgians they on my feet now
In the stu, in the H-box
You know I'm cooling, but my lines hot
I'm a goofy nigga spitting hot writtens
Drag a mumble rapper by his dreadlocks
And I
Ant man how I pound it down
Big booty fox hit I from the back
She play with the sac now it's a wrap
Hope she don't catch me when sneaking out the back
mooking hard off a star
She be rollin'
Jae Flow - The Breaks
Prod by Jae Flow
Uh, Ayo give me some room
Hold up, hold up man
Ayo, I said give me some room
to the chicka-chicka Taliban
Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Frying pan, fisherman
White sedan, boogie man
Baby's wake and quake, cause we yellin' like Tarzan
Maybe take
a tongue, you better have it sticking out
My poison ivy pack a punch
I take your bitch and dick her down
I'm Brian, but you're calling me a name I don't fuck
know she in my sweater by the end of day
Like my seed, Like my son tryna be like me
Even more when she tell me papi ven aqui
We need to talk, man her
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
you scurred
new york wats poppin
you scurred
i know u scared bitch
man next time ya'll come
ya'll better bust sumthin
counting with the guala, guala
Now we back on the 95
Got my Bronx bitch, she down to rob
She be stashing all that fetty, fetty
I be speeding to that telly,
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