Joey Trap - Breaking Pencils lyrics
[Joey Trap - Breaking Pencils lyrics]
Akachi in this mother fucker
Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin'
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
Champ up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
I hit me Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin'
Bitch, I rock my G Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seats
In the back streets, runnin' like an athlete
I'ma pass y'all 'cause I'm goin' fast though
Maybe you just act slow
I know I'm an asshole
Anyways, my diamonds flash because they VVS's
All these bitches wanna cuff us
But they can't arrest us
They don't want a Puerto Rican
Drivin' 'round in Teslas
Beat it up, like wrestlers
I could get yo' girl to sex us
Put her legs in pretzels
Write too much I'm breaking pencils
This Some different level
Won't sell my soul to the devil
But the car I drive it
Lookin' something like a demon
Got your shorty in the back seat
Lookin' like she screamin'
Like I said, I get to shopping boy
We hittin' Neiman's
Only reason I love money
I don't got a reason
Niggas think I'm sneezin'
I be blessed like every season
Hittin' licks for niggas weed
I think I call it (tree) ason
I'ma start a legion
Big ol' Cannon like I'm $teven
Ain't no gettin' even
Shoot yo' block and then we leavin'
Yeah, poppin' pills like it's Mike and Ike
Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch
Then would you wanna fight?
Yeah, pull up with the
(Pshh) like I'm fuckin' Mike
Hit you in the light
You gon' lose your sight
You gon' loose a life if
A nigga playin' with us
I came with them hitters and
Them hitters sprayin' with us
They prayin' for us, that's blasphemy
Shooters blast for me
Please don't anger me on
Bitch I'm-, I'm incredible
Eat my vegetables, fuckin' crazy, nigga
I'm not lazy, nigga, I get bread
Can't phase a nigga
Yo', how we-, how we comin'? We ain't change
My nigga
Smokin'-, smokin' on this yellow haze
My nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga
Damn, I made it, nigga (Tell my momma)
Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it
Nigga
Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin'
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
CHAMP up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
I hit me Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin'
Bitch, I rock my G Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seats
In the back streets, run like an athlete
Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin'
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
Champ up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
I hit me Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin'
Bitch, I rock my G Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seats
In the back streets, runnin' like an athlete
I'ma pass y'all 'cause I'm goin' fast though
Maybe you just act slow
I know I'm an asshole
Anyways, my diamonds flash because they VVS's
All these bitches wanna cuff us
But they can't arrest us
They don't want a Puerto Rican
Drivin' 'round in Teslas
Beat it up, like wrestlers
I could get yo' girl to sex us
Put her legs in pretzels
Write too much I'm breaking pencils
This Some different level
Won't sell my soul to the devil
But the car I drive it
Lookin' something like a demon
Got your shorty in the back seat
Lookin' like she screamin'
Like I said, I get to shopping boy
We hittin' Neiman's
Only reason I love money
I don't got a reason
Niggas think I'm sneezin'
I be blessed like every season
Hittin' licks for niggas weed
I think I call it (tree) ason
I'ma start a legion
Big ol' Cannon like I'm $teven
Ain't no gettin' even
Shoot yo' block and then we leavin'
Yeah, poppin' pills like it's Mike and Ike
Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch
Then would you wanna fight?
Yeah, pull up with the
(Pshh) like I'm fuckin' Mike
Hit you in the light
You gon' lose your sight
You gon' loose a life if
A nigga playin' with us
I came with them hitters and
Them hitters sprayin' with us
They prayin' for us, that's blasphemy
Shooters blast for me
Please don't anger me on
Bitch I'm-, I'm incredible
Eat my vegetables, fuckin' crazy, nigga
I'm not lazy, nigga, I get bread
Can't phase a nigga
Yo', how we-, how we comin'? We ain't change
My nigga
Smokin'-, smokin' on this yellow haze
My nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga
Damn, I made it, nigga (Tell my momma)
Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it
Nigga
Hop up in this thing, had to get it poppin'
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
CHAMP up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
I hit me Neiman Marcus and we get to shoppin'
Bitch, I rock my G Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seats
In the back streets, run like an athlete