| Hop up in the stain, now they get it poppin'
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| Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
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| Step up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
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| I hit me them markers and we get to shoppin'
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| Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
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| Check the navigator, it’s a touch screen
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| You could watch the movies in the back seat
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| In the back street, runnin' like an athlete
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| I’ma pass y’all 'cause I’m goin' fast, oh
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| Maybe you just act slow, I know I’m an asshole
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| Anyways, my diamonds flashin' because they VVS
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| All these bitches wanna cuff me, but they can’t arrest us
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| They don’t want a Puerto Rican drivin' 'round in Teslas
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| Beat it up, like wrestlin', I could get yo' girl to sex us
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| Put her lings in pretzels, watch how I’m breakin' pencils
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| This a different level, won’t sell my soul to the devil
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| But the car I’m drivin' lookin' somethin' like a demon
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| Got your shorty in the back seat, lookin' like she screamin'
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| Like I said, I’m gettin' top, and boy, we hittin'
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| Only reason I owe money, I don’t got a reason
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| Niggas think I’m sneezin', I be blessed like every season
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| Hittin' licks for niggas weed, I’m think I caught a treason
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| I’ma start a legion, big ol' cannon like I’m Steven
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| Ain’t no gettin' even, shoot yo' block and then we leavin'
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| Yeah, poppin' pills like it’s Mike and Ike’s
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| Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch, then would you wanna fight?
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| Yeah, pull up with the (Shh) like I’m fuckin' Mike
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| Hit you in the light, you gon' lose your sight
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| You gon' loose a life if a nigga playin' with us
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| I came with them hitters and them hitter prayin' with us
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| They prayin' for us, that’s blaspheme
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| Shooters blast for me, please don’t egg me on
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| Bitch I’m-, I’m incredible
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| Eat my vegetables, fuckin' crazy, nigga
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| I’m not lazy, nigga, I get bread, can’t phase a nigga
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| Yo', how we-, how we comin'? |
| We ain’t change, my nigga
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| Smokin'-, smokin' on the yellow haze, nigga
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| Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga
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| Damn, I made it, nigga
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| Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it, nigga
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| Hop up in the stain, now they get it poppin'
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| Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
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| Step up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
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| I hit me them markers and we get to shoppin'
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| Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
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| Check the navigator, it’s a touch screen
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| You could watch the movies in the back seat
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| In the back street, runnin' like an athlete |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breaking Pencils , by - Joey Trap. Song from the album Champ, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп