Curren$y - Breakfast | Текст песни

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So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant

with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin

or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs

they only after ya bread them fuckin birds

you think they like your haircut fair enough

live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket

and back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors

and stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the bahamas

mama it's either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser

download or updated NBA roster play?

two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin off

brand muthafuckas odd numba you are not even on my level

write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin

can't catch me sleepin you ear hustlin muthafucka

and I'm eatin creepin with my side

bitch hope I don't ge caught cheatin New Orleans

dis morning new york in this evening squintin

they eyes and shit they can't see him fly in the house

buzzin them bugs can't be him elegible letters in my leger

they can't read him smilin money pilein I'm cheesin odometer

broken I ain't know that I was speedin fast livin slow gin for these bitches

I got that game from my Pittsburg niggas ? V Diablo 96 ? Daniel son crane kick


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