Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breakin’ Dawn. , by - Triple One. Release date: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Breakin’ Dawn. |
| I’m coming with that raw lip, on my triple one shit |
| On that say you move shit, but bitch I really move shit |
| Flowing out the cockpit, 2 hands on my cock pit |
| Yelling out the top, head bopping with the moonlit |
| I here you feel accomplished, please just cut the nonsense |
| What you did all last year, bitch I did that on a weekend |
| Undertaker of all beats, the whisper when you sleep |
| Not a phantom of the opera, but a phantom of your dreams |
| Looking like a pretty Asian model on the mic |
| Neo from matrix so you better think it twice |
| If your tryna play tricks then you better think it twice |
| Cause I got a lot of problems but I’m tryna act nice |
| Looking like an army when I got you in my sight |
| Leave a tail tween your legs steady missing with the bite |
| Kiss your mother on the cheek; |
| tell her everything’s right |
| Knowing well your faits near, this could be your last night |
| Shit |
| Breakin' dawn, what I came for (came and I’m gone) |
| Breakin' dawn, what I came for |
| Breakin' dawn, what I came for |
| Breakin' dawn, what I came for |
| Runner then on, go forth |
| See me chilling in the back corn |
| Triple one my back my back born |
| With a gift, ever really talked to the kid? |
| So real I cut my wrist just to bleed on a bitch |
| Bleed on a track, gonna bleed when I hit |
| Cause my bars come hard |
| Like a chief on a spliff |
| Peace pipe, but no peace where I live |
| Never know peace… only piece I want |
| Is a piece of an MC when I kick |
| And a piece of the cake |
| So when I get up |
| I’ll put the pieces in place |
| Little cash in my pocket |
| Little worth that I made |
| From voicing my brain |
| Over noise that bill make |
| Patting me down |
| Copper mad cause he framed |
| I’m clean from my street |
| To the Ivory Lane |
| That’s where we chill |
| Out the back with my mate |
| Smoking darts near a factory chain |
| Main road to the city or the coast |
| All the same, Obi hungry for change |
| And I won’t stop till the inner west pumping my name |
| Go hard in the paint |
| Triple one switching lanes |
| All you fucker’s the same |
| Go hard in the paint |
| Triple one switching lanes |
| All you fuckers the same |
| Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for |
| Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for |
| Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for |
| Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for |