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break - anycia lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh
yeah (big nene), what? (big nene)
b*tch (big nene, big nene, big nene)
what the h*ll going on
yeah (huh), yeah
(big nene, b*tch)

[chorus]
i took a break for a while and these b*tches, they thought i was done
i see the mini*me copycat b*tches, you crackin’ them jokes, finna clap me a gun
i hope that you b*tches didn’t have all the fun
went to f*ck on my n*gga in ‘yami, he sing, but keep him a gun (what?)
i hope you don’t think that i’m dumb (what?)
b*tch, i started rapping with low effort (huh?)
i think that i started a trend (huh?)
you don’t see me hanging with broke b*tches
i really don’t care to make friends (no)
i really don’t care to be cool (no)
pull up and pop it, don’t mean to be rude (yeah)
brand*new balenci’ get me in the mood
money for marni, but i’m wearing babyfat
pulling up thirty deep and we back*to*back

[verse]
bad b*tch, so he got me a maybach (yeah)
i don’t argue with b*tches, just stay where you stay at (b*tch)
boy, if you broke, then just say that
b*tch, if you need it, then get it (ho)
n*gga, you want it, so spin it (what?)
i’m in a big black truck, long hair, big locs, big sh*t with a blue pension
sitting at home, my palm itchin’ (yeah)
i am that b*tch that you needed (yeah)
better than b*tches, i mean it (yeah)
badder than you ever seen (yeah)
pretty and rich, i’m a dream
crazy b*tch, i make a scene (what?)
know that you broke, so come f*ck with the team (what?)
this booty gon’ bust out the jeans (okay, okay)
[chorus]
i took a break for a while and these b*tches, they thought i was done (okay, alright)
i see the mini*me copycat b*tches, you crackin’ them jokes, finna clap me a gun (okay, okay)
i hope that you b*tches didn’t have all the fun (yeah)
went to f*ck on my n*gga in ‘yami, he sing, but keep him a gun (yeah, yeah)
i hope you don’t think that i’m dumb (what?)
b*tch, i started rapping with low effort (b*tch)
i think that i started a trend (what?)
you don’t see me hanging with broke b*tches
i really don’t care to make friends (okay)
i really don’t care to be cool (okay)
pull up and pop it, don’t mean to be rude (alright)
brand*new balenci’ get me in the mood
money for marni, but i’m wearing babyfat (yeah, huh?)
pulling up thirty deep and we back*to*back

[interlude]
and we back*to*back, and we back*to*back
i’m coughing ’cause (big nene, yeah)
i’m sick of these b*tches (what?)
ya feel what i’m sayin’? (pulling up thirty deep and we back*to*back)
ya dig?

[chorus]
i took a break for a while and these b*tches, they thought i was done
i see the mini*me copycat b*tches, you crackin’ them jokes, finna clap me a gun
i hope that you b*tches didn’t have all the fun (okay, alright)
went to f*ck on my n*gga in ‘yami, he sing, but keep him a gun
i hope you don’t think that i’m dumb
b*tch, i started rapping with low effort
i think that i started a trend
you don’t see me hanging with broke b*tches
i really don’t care to make friends
i really don’t care to be cool
pull up and pop it, don’t mean to be rude
brand*new balenci’ get me in the mood
money for marni, but i’m wearing babyfat
pulling up thirty deep and we back*to*back (big nene, big nene, big nene)
[outro]
big nene, big nene, big nene
big nene, huh, huh, big nene
huh, big nene, big nene, big nene, big nene
b*tch

- anycia lyrics

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