Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break Yourself , by - Hook N Sling. Release date: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Break Yourself |
| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave |
| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree |
| So break yourself |
| (Break yourself, you gotta break yourself) |
| You better break yourself |
| (You gotta break yourself, you gotta break yourself) |
| Hit the button, press like |
| I just wanna know your type |
| I just wanna know you might |
| I'm just caught up in the life |
| You just caught up in the lights |
| Lights, camera, action |
| I just wanna see your reaction |
| I don't care about your fashion |
| I just want satisfaction |
| This ain't no misdemeanor |
| Move like she cocaina |
| She's a drug dealer's diva |
| Knows too much, I can't leave her |
| So we lay up on beaches |
| Sipping silver tequilas |
| Far away, they can't reach us |
| Cameras can't TMZ us |
| Let's just get high |
| We gon' get by |
| Break yourself |
| Pace yourself |
| We gon' get fly |
| Let's just get high |
| We gon' get by |
| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave |
| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree |
| So break yourself, you better break yourself |
| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave |
| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree |
| So break yourself, you better break yourself |
| What, what, what it do all my macs and hoes |
| Hit the jack and roll, we get it crackin' though, thorough |
| How's the dank? |
| Swear I smoke the finest |
| So tantalizing to my cheeky eyelids |
| That match my right, drop low like the bass |
| Gotta love my view, upskirt, match the face |
| I could kill that coo' two thousand and one ways |
| Give her kush and dick 'til she forgot about Dre |
| So when we gonna fuck? |
| Murder was the case |
| Left you ice creaming on the rug, let me get a taste |
| Young, and we ain't never done, pass it to my homie Nate |
| East Side throw it up, Movement never player hate |
| Chrome wheel stay spinnin', hoe grinnin' |
| I'm winnin', oh, we do it right |
| Tonight I'm sinnin', no trippin' |
| Just dippin', oh, what a life |
| Where the bricks at? |
| At the motel |
| Where the G's hit you up like a jail cell |
| Put your hands up, to the top shelf |
| All my bitches better break yourself |
| Better break yourself |
| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave |
| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree |
| So break yourself, you better break yourself |
| All these freaks around, make a player never wanna leave |
| All this weed around, I'm only smokin' on the finest tree |
| So break yourself, you better break yourself |