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break a bitch bacc - shoreline mafia lyrics

[intro: ohgeesy]
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy

[verse 1: ohgeesy]
shooter one call away just like chingy
diamonds dancing and they drip, yeah they vv
dropped a hi-tech red in a kiwi
she gon’ f-ck if the b-tch rockin’ riri
and they wonder how i do it just like stevie
n-gg-s really be yourself, don’t try to be me
and they wonder how i do it just like stevie
you need to really be yourself, don’t try to be me
rob vicious, sprite remix
thirty-six in a brick, and i sell it by the zip
chopper got a kick like david beckham in this b-tch
and i just dropped a six, i ain’t rememberin’ this b-tch
lil wayne in my coupe, b-tch no ceilings
little baby get the boot, got no feelings
she wanna f-ck on me ’cause it’s appealing
wanna f-ck a rap n-gg-, it’s appealing
got your b-tch on my d-ck ’cause she wanna f-ck the boy
beat it up, knock it down like i’m oscar de la hoya
i don’t fight, got a toy, i’m a man, not a boy
count the money then recount it ’cause it bring it a lot of joy

[chorus: fenix]
break a b-tch back, break a b-tch back
’bout to sip a whole pint, finna get smacked
this an eight up in a two, we finna mix that
karo all you n-gg-s’ juice, we finna flip that
break a b-tch back, break a b-tch back
’bout to sip a whole pint, finna get smacked
this an eight up in a two, we finna mix that
karo all you n-gg-s’ juice, we finna flip that

[verse 2: rob vicious]
its the young vicious savage, you can call me the boss
had hop up on the track and spit a little bit of sauce
all these dirty -ss hoes and you fake -ss pimps
got some youngins in the field, plot to take your sh-t
when i’m coming to collect you better tuck your strips
probably f-cking up a check before i f-ck your b-tch
and you’re hard, she over here because she love my clique
and we put money over t-ts so don’t you trust that b-tch
set him up, knock him off, it’s a go like sh-t
and he say he ain’t ever ever met a ho like this
even told lil mama where he hidin’ four five bricks
we tied him up before we robbed him, left him broke like sh-t
steady thinking ’bout some dough man, i just get to the guap
feel like i’m playing with myself, mixing the molly with wock
f-ck your lady, h-lla wavy ’til the day that i drop
vicious till the death, you know how lil robbie rock

- shoreline mafia lyrics

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