Breakdance

Pour a deuce in a sprite
What's the play then
Why these fuck boys
Really capping like they make bands
Uh Huh
All these haters trynna bring me down
They some great fans
I might send a shooter to his crib
Make em Breakdance

Pour a deuce in a sprite
What's the play then
Why these fuck boys
Really capping like they make bands
Uh Huh
All these haters trynna bring me down
They some great fans
I might send a shooter to his crib
Make em Breakdance

Baby asking why I gotta leave
I'm impatient
Never understood
Why these niggas think we racin'
Slaps in the booth
Yo shit basic
Mud mix walking
I might give yo bitch a facelift nigga

Bitch, I'm the truth
Ion rap I shit talk
Every time I'm in the booth
On me
On god nigga
All these lil niggas goofs
If he speaking on my name
Then I'm sending in the troops

Big dawg on god
Should've never let me loose
Niggas claiming they yo friend
Then start turning hella fruit
I'm just trynna get a bag
I ain't caring who I lose
On me
And that's on Great Granny too
On god



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Ayala
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