| Nah I’m saying
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| What’s the motherfucking deal
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| DJ Screw on this motherfucker nah I’m saying
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| They gonna start this load up shit
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| Oh yea, so yea to another forty eight nigga
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| Street king can’t shit the cloud
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| Pulling up with the slob top reclining
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| Screwed up Texas like it’s time you find them
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| Like the 4th of july t fly I blind them
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| Would working diamonds get some shining haters
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| In them feelings get them rewinding
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| Bitches after bitches I don’t mind them
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| Suicide the way they big I dime them
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| Trade the true but instead they have me flexing
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| I don’t give a fuck for your descressions
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| Say they mind bitch that ain’t no question
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| Top is up the bumper keep the risk up
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| Drapers will be damned I played jackers
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| Go to trips and bitched go to take you
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| Murder seen they still be up and pack you
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| Top that goes whacking and lumberjack you
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| Walls can’t break you
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| And the fall like data
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| Switch from the creating
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| Now I will break up the equator
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| Carbon walls can’t scrape her
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| And the fall like data
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| Switch from the creating
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| Now I will break up the equator
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| Carbon walls can’t scrape her
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| And the fall like data
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| Switch from the creating
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| Now I will break up the equator
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| Carbon walls can’t scrape her
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| And the fall like data
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| Switch from the creating
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| Now I will break up the equator
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| Hold up swingers now got me tipping
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| Now the world watching me everytime that I roll
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| This one is on my line I guess there is someone
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| Leaning from this shit we bold up
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| Don’t you get it twisted and in any given time
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| I hear them they gonna be load up
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| They be in for life and I bet we never be fold up
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| Domestic violence and now the trunk is beaten
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| Bitches opposite then when I roll I see no bitches
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| About the money when I eat I feel no bitches
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| All I do is duck a roaches see the rich money
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| Money how this money coming and I just shake
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| The block like every tropless homie yea this shit
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| The beauty talking grid and got me chasing make
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| Me feel like i’m running on the corner got it locked
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| Cause I ain’t gonna do shit like boss gotta bang
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| If you throw away bullets with no name on them
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| Then I hop back in the slab and I swing on them
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| Paint it in the hood let it rain on em hard cop to a
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| Coup make it change on them bread long got me
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| Through the range on them new case throwback
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| Looking strange on them
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| Walls can’t break you
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| And the fall like data
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| Switch from the creating
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| Now I will break up the equator |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Break the Equator , by - Trae Tha Truth. Song from the album Another 48 Hours, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп