Shoreline Mafia - Breakdown (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Shoreline Mafia - Breakdown (en) Lyrics
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Where that motherfuckin' line shit?
Pour that motherfuckin' line shit
I could show you how to serve the
breakdown (The breakdown)
Fenix Flexin got more game than
a playground (A playground)
If a nigga play with me then
I'm gon' spray rounds (Spray
rounds, AceTheFace)
Get 'em in, get 'em gone through
the Greyhound (Skrrt)
Ayy, now listen, listen, lil'
nigga, I don't play 'round
I was on the Perc', fuck
them at the playground
I cook a nigga, mix him up like
curry, watch him shake now
Bring it to my room in a hurry,
that's the breakdown
Hate now, baby, what you
thought this was?
I'm on the molly, 'yac, and 30,
bitch, I'm 'bout to bust
I fell in love with the Perkies
'cause my doctor suck
Get the pack out the trunk, we
'bout to box 'em up, ooh
If a nigga play with me then I'm gon'
spray rounds (Spray rounds)
I got good breakdown,
make you break dance
And these Balmain jeans
cost like eight bands
Four niggas pack you out,
that's like eight hands
I rub my palms together and
I pray and say amen, ayy
Thank God for the day
I count up and thank God for the play
I wouldn't have it any
other fuckin' way
She a whole trap, Onyx in the States
Bitch, I got it off the corner
(Off the corner)
With a stash full of boulders (With
a stash full of boulders)
I was servin' all the smokers
And I think I'm gettin' closer
(Gettin' closer)
As I get lil' older (Get lil' older)
Struggle almost over (Gang, gang)
You need powder, you need speed,
you need crank, hit my line
Take a line and that bitch
just might faint (Bitch
just might faint, ayy)
I got money, I got weed,
but I still need drank
I'm gettin' dollars, nigga, fuck
what you think (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm a player, you
know how I get it
Stole my Dade County bands and
some head came with it
Off the Xans, poppin' tags, fuckin'
bitches from Britain
Forgot to mention, bitches hit me
while they niggas in prison
Off a 30, I'm trippin', it's
a four then I'm sippin'
If my nigga shoot his gun, then
I'm shootin' shit with him
And if it get to the shit, I don't
mind sittin' in prison
'Cause I was learned to handle
biz like a man, not no woman
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