| You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts?
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| We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
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| You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
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| Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked, look
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| Cook up like I’m Walter, should’ve been on Breaking Bad, look
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| Step up in the room, you see the drip, get hit with splash
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| She see money coming quick so she gon' throw that pussy fast
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| And I know niggas snitching for the cheese, they a rat
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| You know me, I’m never switching, yeah, my body different
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| They like, «Sleepy, you a hero, why they paint you as a villain?»
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| 'Cause they know my niggas elegant, shoot up your residence
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| They love me in my city, swear they treat me like the president
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| I ran me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag
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| I know they don’t like it how I came up from doing bad
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| Had to run me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag
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| Got a check like it’s Nike, I just do it and never brag
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| You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts?
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| We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
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| You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
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| Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked, look
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| Guarantee you gettin' whacked, guarantee you gettin' done up
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| I know some niggas patiently waiting to catch a come-up
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| Now you look like a stain, once you spotted, you gotta rub off
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| We jump you, ain’t no one-on's, you never get the one up
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| Move on, bitch, you can die tonight
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| This just a stain, hold your tongue
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| Shh, where the funds?
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| Don’t play brave, don’t play dumb
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| Jackpot tonight
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| Heard you got it, then I need that
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| I punch you, push your teeth back
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| Don’t want to hear no feedback, nigga
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| Ain’t no chit-chat, you shinin', get your shit snatched
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| Them windows tinted, sliding down, they splittin' like a Kit-Kat, look
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| I’m from the streets you take an L, you gotta get back
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| And they don’t want beef, we pull up on 'em with Big Macs, look
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| You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts?
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| We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
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| You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
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| Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked
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| You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts?
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| We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
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| You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
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| Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked
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| Guarantee you gettin' whacked |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breakin Bad (Okay) , by - sleepy hallow. Song from the album DON'T SLEEP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп