lirik lagu r5 homixide - break ins
[intro]
uh
uh, uh, uh, uh
it hard and, it hard it hard it hard it hard
hahaha
[chorus]
breaking in cars, we had it hard, yeah
yeah, i’m having wounds with all these scars, yeah
f~cking hoes and send ’em home
go to la fly ’em home
know she wanna f~ck she keep on staying, i got my diamonds on
i’ma get the money get an island put my momma on it
n~ggas they be rats tryna be cool i don’t even talk to homie
stabbed all in my back that’s why i ride around with these choppers on me
i live to see real real real [?] ride with chalk on ’em
[verse 1]
yeah, demon i don’t even talk to him
yeah, no problem, gon’ talk to ’em
yeah, know lilk gon’ walk up
i never forget when they sent me to pick my dog up
sosa laying dead, why the h~ll they ain’t pick my dog up?
we grew up together, why the h~ll they tryna dog us
we went out together, f~ck them folks they shot at all us
now we make ’em duck, we shoot and buck, we hit all of ’em
[chorus]
breaking in cars, we had it hard, yeah
yeah, i’m having wounds with all these scars, yeah
f~cking hoes and send ’em home
go to la fly ’em home
know she wanna f~ck she keep on staying, i got my diamonds on
i’ma get the money get an island put my momma on it
n~ggas they be rats tryna be cool i don’t even talk to homie
stabbed all in my back that’s why i ride around with these choppers on me
i live to see real real real [?] ride with chalk on ’em
[verse 2]
name the st~~ts, we tore it up
shoot it up, my ho with us
yeah, we dropped that boy, go to the funeral, make ’em close it up (haha)
you ain’t got no bl!cky or no sticky you can’t ride with us
yeah we go to clubs and we perform and we hold pistols up
yeah, i perform i bring my sister up
i had to really pick my momma up
i’m the one who really don’t get no sleep until i stay on top of n~ggas who really shot it up
[chorus]
breaking in cars, we had it hard, yeah
yeah, i’m having wounds with all these scars, yeah
f~cking hoes and send ’em home
go to la fly ’em home
know she wanna f~ck she keep on staying, i got my diamonds on
i’ma get the money get an island put my momma on it
n~ggas they be rats tryna be cool i don’t even talk to homie
stabbed all in my back that’s why i ride around with these choppers on me
i live to see real real real [?] ride with chalk on ’em
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