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lirik lagu break a bitch – mastercard2k

[intro: mastercard2k]
woo!
mastercard2k, n*gga, it’s a cold world

[verse 1: mastercard2k]
i’m with wop, and we about to break a b*tch like a kit*kat
how you gon’ flex a b*tch when the whole city already hit that?
need a latina throat demon with a tight waist, i admit that
.556 leave a dumbass cracker with a sh*t back
balenciaga shoes, margiela pants, i like to mismatch
get a cracker knocked off, got the police calling dispatch
i’m banging on my chest like a gorilla with a six pack
if the b*tch want to f*ck and she got a good credit score, then i’m with that
got an msr and twenty blank cards, we about to make that sh*t bleed
these crackers must be watching wnba, they in the b*tch league
popping x pills and dirty ass drugs, ’cause i’m a rich fiend
walk a crackеr down, leave him braindead, and now hе six deep

[verse 2: lil kashin mane]
n*gga called me bro, fam, and cuzzo, i’ll still hit his drink
shady, shiesty, grimy motherf*cker how the wopmann think
shape shift on that n*gga, before he blink i just took his chain
i got a couple cards and checks, b*tch, but they is not in my name
we just pulled up to a chase, he don’t want to go in the bank
n*gga want to talk crazy, p*ssy, put a knot in his brain
in the wophouse, when it got bad, i put a pot on the flame
flame would’ve been real bi*polar, you can get popped in the rain
pull up in the chevy e350, i do this sh*t for lil samo
i’ll pass the plate to lil’ dawg, and he’ll do it for drank
i’ll pass the plate to lil’ whoadie, he’ll do it for rank
i’ll pass the plate to lil’ cuddy, he’ll do it for paper
[verse 3: fivestarquise]
doing dashes, i’ll see you later
i don’t know why this b*tch keep wanting me to f*ck
she must like how i take her
take her out for the day, but i’m not gon’ date her
i’ll f*ck this b*tch in the morning, but i’m not gon’ pay her
i’ll go out west and touchdown for them bowls, but i’m not no raider
n*gga think he smoking lemon cherry, i swear n*ggas lame, man
n*ggas trying to watch me like a tv, it ain’t nothing to cut off the cable
i bought some guns for fifteen hundred, they spin like a dreidel
i put a hole in his sh*t, i ain’t talking about bagels
the coke in this b*tch, i ain’t using my nasals
her man was on vacation for the week
she came back home trying to say i enslaved her
i throw her n*gga in the water, tie him to an anchor
i’m smoking pressure with the wocky, got me going ape
b*tch bring her money, sh*t is mine, i ain’t ask for no favor
said she got a plug, he charge too much, it ain’t nothing to make him a cake
n*ggas been jumped off the porch, sh*t was never a skate

[verse 4: $wipebanditgøth]
all star in the game, how long should i stay dedicated?
goth trap, west coast, i’m the reason these n*ggas motivated
i’m half these n*ggas motivation
this music sh*t filled with f*ggots, i don’t want to be affiliated
tyrese gibson, i’m not f*ggot like t*pain
i just walked on the water like jesus came
all night in the goth trap, granny yelling again
scr*ping pennies off the ground, broker than lindsay lohan
scr*ping pennies, i dare they catch me loafing
i was loafing on the block with a vampire ho’
flame stick, 3d pole, and some duct tape
but i got a cheat code that could knock down the big bully
kick the b*tch like a field goal, i don’t play no footsies
in the lunch line by the back door, and the scandalous children
i might die young, i might not have no children
almost slapped my b*tch, i don’t like excuses
but instead i stole her purse, she can buy it on ebay
crip got a gun straight out of red dead redemption
politics too deep, we can’t take a picture
b*tch, thinking i’m stupid, but i came with the flame stick
came with a cheat code, unwrap the duct tape
pull out poseidon with a sea of b*tches
sucking d*ck right beside me, i got a b*tch, half asian
b*tch, i’m n*ggarish, but i act caucasian
game full of f*ggots, how long should i stay dedicated?
goth trap, west coast, i’m half these n*ggas motivation
i’m the reason why half these n*ggas motivated
came back from the pits of h*ll like the undertaker
george bush couldn’t even hide this alien
i’m schizo, i think i need to talk to dr. phil
i’m tired of these f*ggots, i don’t want to be affiliated
i’m cursed up just like the haitians was, voodoo on me like an african
i’m n*ggarish, but i act caucasian
not from the ghetto, from the dirty part of the suburbs
i was in the ghetto, profit like nipsey hussle
with a bad ratchet b*tch, and she black like kiki
she tote a black forty with the crips on the weekend
gøth almost robbed kiki, she tried to take my louis v’s
she say i’m martian, i’m like brad pitt
to my dogs, they like mike vick
i probably should’ve warned her before she stepped in dog sh*t
the flame stick let off some dookie sh*t
dinosaur glock, that’s a special order from unc’
dookie clips let off dookie sh*t for a dookie b*tch
dookie clips let off dookie sh*t for a dookie b*tch
like go go gadget with a dookie

- mastercard2k

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