Lil' Kim - Took Us A Break (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil' Kim - Took Us A Break (en) Lyrics
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We took us a break but we back now
Ain't nothin' gon' throw
off this cash cow
I pull up and skrrt in
that foreign thang
All I see is the streets
when we back out
Took us a break but we back now
Back in this bitch with a bag now
Sour niggas stay hatin' on us
And the bitter bitches,
got 'em mad now
Ain't nothin' more important
than this money, baby
Countin' on, 20s, 50s
and these 100s, baby
Landin' jets at the border
Rolls Royce is my taxi to
the hotels under water
Quarter mill when I'm land, nigga
Killin' 'em slow, that's torture
Rented out the whole top floor penthouse
just for my daughter
You broke bitches outta order
I'm a bad bitch with some ol' money
Yeah, I'm ballin' but I
want some mo' money
Parked the Lamborghini
in the living room
Elevated to the master room
My rooftop got a rooftop
Bomb pussy, that's a boombox
Buscemi this, Givenchy that
Spent a rack on some Gucci tube socks
In Dubai I'm skiin' in the summer
Surfin' waves in the winter time
They callin' me the young gunner
The way I body these jeans
is such a crime
They got a love-hate
type-a thang for me
When it come to Kim there's
no thinner line
Got bigger fish to fry
Eat you so called sharks
at dinner time
One, zero, zero, zero,
bitch, then a comma
Zero, zero, zero, zero, bitch
Bitter bitches, got 'em mad now
Sour niggas stay hatin' on me
'Cause I'm hangin' clothes
from these racks now
I was raised in the school
of hard knocks
These bitches is class clowns
Givin' y'all my old clothes
My old flows, like hand-me-downs
I see y'all watchin' my Snap
Tryna see what else you could jack
100 grand worth of cheese in the trap
Better catch me a rat
All this weight, I need a lap band
Pussy nigga give a lap dance
Black and yellow 'Rari,
that's a beehive
Eat up the Ghost like Pac Man
Man, I love them two-seaters
Killin' shit like the Reaper
Buyin' shit for no reason
It's always Lil' Kim season
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