Chain Breaker Testo
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Testo Chain Breaker
No one out there can fuck wit'
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one (You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash) Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Ayy, ayy, ayy (where y’at, duckboy?)
Bi-bi-bi-bi
It's that motherfucker, still ain't got his shit together
Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same shit
Different day, different type of way to play (Yeah) Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane
Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (Ayy)
Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (Aah)
I rеlapse, I bounce back, one half ouncе, I doubt that
Goth traphouse, I'm count Drac'
Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar
Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (Ooh)
Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that
Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream
I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam
Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme
7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath
Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (Brr)
Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a tide stick (Grr)
Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this bitch like Biden
Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (Okay, let's go)
Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (Grr) Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (Ah-ah)
I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin'
Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (Baow, baow, baow)
Charizard Lambo, presi' on soprano (Brr)
With a artsy bitch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh
Turn me up like Sambo (Turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (What?)
Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (Rrr-rrah)
Did more for more mother fuckers than they did for themselves (North)
Courtside menace, talkin' shit with the pels (Side)
Them boys ain't on shit unless they shit on themselves (Haha)
Grey 59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one (You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash) Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Ayy, ayy, ayy (where y’at, duckboy?)
Bi-bi-bi-bi
It's that motherfucker, still ain't got his shit together
Nothing better than sufferin' for forever 'bout the same shit
Different day, different type of way to play (Yeah) Maybe save the day instead of bein' victimized, you'll drive yourself insane
Ain't a claim, it's a fact, 'round my way, we just attack (Ayy)
Found my vein and just collapsed, crack cocaine, I can't relax (Aah)
I rеlapse, I bounce back, one half ouncе, I doubt that
Goth traphouse, I'm count Drac'
Flew back to Laos for that sack of brown sugar
Rapped about it, yeah, I'm 'bout that (Ooh)
Ain't never been no pop star, you can keep that Mickey Mouse hat
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah
Pull any flag that ain't got the skull and I promise you, I'll douse that
Gasoline supreme pourin' out like a stream
I got sick of chasin' dreams 'til I ran out of steam
Push my luck, push my buttons, yeah, it's turned to a theme
7th Ward Lord, long sword pulled out the sheath
Young broken ball shawty, all this ice up on my wrist (Brr)
Pull up, hit a stain, drop it like a tide stick (Grr)
Ducked out and slurrin', I'm in this bitch like Biden
Poseidon with these waves, had to tatt the trident (Okay, let's go)
Redrum, redrum, kill like I'm dyslexic (Grr) Most days, I wanna kill myself, some days I feel like flexin' (Ah-ah)
I just upped my meds, but it look like I'm progressin'
Bowling ball Caddy causing wrecks at intersections (Baow, baow, baow)
Charizard Lambo, presi' on soprano (Brr)
With a artsy bitch snortin' pills off a Van Gogh
Turn me up like Sambo (Turn me up), clothes smell like some ammo (What?)
Whole gang crash out, if you want then wazzam ho (Rrr-rrah)
Did more for more mother fuckers than they did for themselves (North)
Courtside menace, talkin' shit with the pels (Side)
Them boys ain't on shit unless they shit on themselves (Haha)
Grey 59, the rest, I'm givin' 'em hell
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bi-bi-bi-bi
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
Bitches always trippin' 'bout a real one
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