E.S.G. - Break Them Boys On (Featuring Slim Thug And Big Hawk) | Текст песни

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• Break Them Boys On (Featuring Slim Thug And Big Hawk)

[Intro]
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Bust a left a right, I'm out of sight I'm throwed
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys, break these boys off
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Bust a left a right, I'm out of sight I'm throwed

[E.S.G.]
Roll roll roll your drop, Chevrolet down the street
G'eah fo's on my feet inside neat, can't be wishing no syrup on the seat
Hydro sweets to a double tree, heard bout me got birds on the street
S.U.C. SUV's, magno wet on the 3-16
Whip so clean displayed with screens, freestyle king just ask my team
Fo' 15's down Martin Luther King, jackers claim they took the bling
Try to do that I'ma hop out the Lac, and transform like Wolverine
Yep 16's and a money machine, chasing green yep all day
It was all a dream like B.I.G., P-O-P-P-A would say
I get attention, like a shot bushes stunt
Cause my old school'll transform, once I push the button I break em off

[Hook]
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Break these boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Bust a left a right, I'm out of sight I'm throwed
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
Hood-hood, hopped out my big body form
Man it's understood, got money in my hood

[H.A.W.K.]
I breathe with ease, just like I throw them B's
Puff on trees, like Fat Rat I chase the cheese
I'm in the matrix, like Keanu Reeves
With crooks and thieves, and G's with college degrees
Please believe, our franchise is better than Steve
We push V's, with tops down feeling the breeze
Yo main squeeze, is on these N-U-T's
On her knees, and she's aiming to please
Cause I'm riding in a coupe, the color of mustard
Inside custard, one deep ain't no room for busters
Inhale exhale, and spit flawless raps
And I'ma give these boys hell, till my lungs collapse I

[Hook]

[Slim Thug]
I'ma break them boys off, I'm a twinkie inch crawler
Cause guess what Houston, fo's done got taller
I-10 hauler, I'm trying to be a baller
Back at the shop, I need my beat louder
Need my paint wetter, do my insides better
It's almost summer, get your slab together
Time to do it like 9-6, and ball in the mix
Went from crumbs to the bricks, ain't broke I'm fix
I mean I'm rich, still swanging bumper kits
I'm the same ol' G, y'all don't want that switch
Me and E been dropping hits since, I forget
But thangs ain't changed, mayn we still the shit haaa

[Hook]

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