Paroles de la chanson A Broken Winter Break! par REASON

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Paroles de la chanson A Broken Winter Break! par REASON

Y'all lil' niggas need to stop runnin' out this kitchen
While cookin' this food
And Robert
See he better, he better have his ass in this house
'Fore them streetlights come on
And I am not fuckin' around with them
Hello, oh, okay, cool
Ten and fo' make a rich man poor and I bet you won't do it
Thank you, hol' on (never, never)
Okay, okay, okay, okay (we gon' run it back, seven, eleven)
We gon' run it, seven, elven
Ah, give my motherfuckin' money

Hungry, snotty noses, hood niggas without some options
Chillin', plottin', Friday night, me, some ducats, nigga, what's poppin'?
He was born inside that life, I'm his friend, I went to college
I'm at home for winter break
When I got back, some niggas robbed me, ain't get everything
I try to talk him out that life, give him some better dreams
"Like you ain't gotta keep hustlin', nigga, there's better things"
But he's stuck in it, nigga, fuck it
His pop's got seven mowers, his moms and his little brother on that porch chillin'
Think about retaliation and gettin' some more chicken

His heart frozen cold, I'm talkin' that corpse feelin'
You just gon' let them niggas rob you?
We got everything we need right here, let's go and slide through
That's a meal waitin' for us, only right we drive through
I can see it in your eyes, somethin' done changed inside you
We debate for hours and hours, just goin' back and forth
But we forgot something very important also on that porch

Blurry off a fifth, stumblin' gold vision
Devil still chasin', feel like he long-winded
Hungry little niggas that's lookin' for meal tickets

I was born in this machine, some niggas is still in it

Yeah, I die for this shit, nigga (yeah)
I die for this shit, nigga
You know I die for this shit, nigga
You gon' to die in that bitch, my nigga (yeah)

Cigarettes in the leg, domino slammin'
Front yard, slap box and dice row gamblin', rags on the stairs
I'm headed to that liquor store, what you want from there?
Couple homies with me, yeah, they say, Cuh but they ain't from there
But affiliations have you tied like even scores, as idle time and even more
We just saw them niggas that took my shit

Can't lie the ghetto DNA and me just got me pissed
I'm ready to lose it all, if we find them, I'm with the shits
Not really, I just know these niggas gon' be on my head if I don't
So the pride in me defines it, no, I'm scared but I won't say it
Hate it or love it, playin', fuck it, it's no remorse
Forget about everything, I went and put my Glock in my shorts
Forgot my whole future and tryna pass my college course
Forgot my girl love me and if I die she'll see the corpse
Forget about love ones, keep that shit so quick and short

But we forgot his little brother was sittin' there on that porch

Blurry off a fifth, stumblin' gold vision
Devil still chasin', feel like he long-winded
Hungry little niggas that's lookin' for meal tickets
I was born in this machine some niggas is still in it

Yeah, I die for this shit, nigga (yeah)
I die for this shit, nigga
You know I die for this shit, nigga (yeah)
You gon' to die in that bitch, my

Bitch, these niggas still gamblin'
Jharel losin' all our goddamn money
Y'all money?

Yes, bitch, our money
That nigga ain't got no money anyway
Man, I told y'all we should have been gone to Circus
You know I know Robert there, he gon' take care of us
It's always finna be a nigga that take care of us
Plus them niggas, they got money
But I'm not on no broke thing
Uh, grab that bottle, go get dressed
'Cause bitch we finna go to the club to find you a new nigga

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