P Money - Break It Down Songtexte

Same shit, a different day, bluntin
Same sucka niggas in the way, uh
But I'ma show you how a nigga play
Fuck the bitches and the snitches
Get away, we gonn break it down
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me

Yeah, we broke the mimosas and the Mexican bitches
Five star hotel, she move that work out of Texas and shit
Give me the Ls I might remember your name
But I swear I love you my whole life
Long as you give me some change
I need a down bitch, move over 9, sucka propound bitch
Keep that pussy local, when handle my out of town shit
Head against the bitch, she was hair black and Italian
Neighbors are red due, with the pussy, beside mine bitch
Riding, in my El Camino fresher than a motherfucker
Guess I'm a hot water whipper, just let my mother brother
Three hour dotter, get thirty minutes of visitation
Same man on in to be here in and out of your situation
Staring at the world through my mirror,
I'm posted up this buck a bubblegum and sippin syrup
I'm platinum in the streets so fuck your motherfucking speech
Put a duck hole on this rap shit till they let a nigga in
It's the ghetto motherfucker!

(Hook)
Same shit, a different day, bluntin
Same sucka niggas in the way, uh
But I'ma show you how a nigga play
Fuck the bitches and the snitches
Get away, we gonn break it down
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me

Woke up next to a kilo and a Columbian
A Cohiba, half of Mojito and some rubber bands
Filled up with honey bees, at least 100g's
She keep me on my toes, I keep her on her knees,
She will swallow it all, then go shop at the mall,
My bag lady will make Erica Body applaud
Ah, surround rap with this shiffer baby
Grand for grand, if you tryina ship for daily
You bitch, break it down, break it down for me
Go wild, we serve em hand to hand, hit the town for me
Clock work, every day on the ave
You crook collect on the corner, or you can stay here and beg
I'm triple twerkin off that motherfucking loud
Did you think that I would bring all this I was the cloud
A chronic smoke that I left floating, I'm literally left costin'
Same shit, different day, gang wrist, I'm pitchin' yay
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