Correction Paroles Breaking Bad par Adamn Killa

Featuring(s) : Lil Reek

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Niggas be talkin' but I ain't with the chit chat
(Chit chat, chit chat, chit chat, chit chat)
f*ck them niggas, bitch I ain't with that
(With that, with that, with that, with that)
We get money like we on Breaking Bad
(Breaking Bad, Breaking Bad, Breaking Bad, Breaking Bad)
All that talkin', boy my pockets gettin' fat
(Gettin' fat, gettin' fat, gettin' fat, gettin' fat)
Niggas be talkin' but I ain't with the chit chat
(Chit chat, chit chat, chit chat, chit chat)
f*ck them niggas, bitch I ain't with that
(With that, with that, with that, with that)
We get money like we on Breaking Bad
(Breaking Bad, Breaking Bad, Breaking Bad, Breaking Bad)
All that talkin', boy my pockets gettin' fat
(Gettin' fat, gettin' fat, gettin' fat, gettin' fat)

[Adamn Killa]
McDonald's baby, way I love this shit (love this shit)
I'm into money, I'm in love with it (I'm in love with it)
I got goals and I accomplish (accomplish)
Bitch I'm ballin', you can hear the swish (swish, swish)
Just died my shoes red like the clown It
Walk outside and they taking pics (taking pics)
Bad girl like get a switch (get a switch)
Some of y'all is hit or miss (hit or miss)
Broke ass, every day you wake up pissed (wake up pissed)
Wake up every day, mark somethin' off my list (off my list)
Every day we get it (get it, get it)
Every day, big shit (big shit big shit)

[Lil Reek]
Stay down and tryna get me a big sack
Slimeball, f*ck with me get waxed
4 Pockets Full, all on extra fat
Foreign, two hundred on the dash (skrrt skrrt skrrt)
No cap, I really trap
Stay down, choppers come 'round
I add your time
What do you want, a brick or a pound?
Pull up to your town
Adamn with me, he air you out
He gon' knock you down
No place for hate, get shot in your face
My young niggas, they wanna rave
No rare ass meat, put you on a plate
Guarantee you get your ass ate
And them slimeballs, they gon' take it all
They'll scoop your ass right out your drawers
And they givin' the zone right now
Smokin' cookies by the pound

[Adamn Killa]
f*ck that talkin', let's go get a bag (get a bag)
Niggas rather go sit on they ass (on they ass)
Bitch I'm ballin', I feel like I'm dead (like I'm dead)
This the real me, this is not an act (not an act)
Wear red in October, I feel like Mike Jack
Niggas mad 'cause they kneepads on they back (on they backs)
I can't even rock with that (rock with that)
Makin' all these songs, I feel like Bell Pat (Bell Pat)
Bitch I'm ballin', check the chinstrap (chinstrap)
A thousand for the shoes, check the toetap (toetap)
Niggas mad that they are whack (they are whack)
And they pockets out of whack (out of whack)

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