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Big Tymers

"You Can't Break Me"

[Mannie Fresh]
Ahhhhh
True Story
Fo shoeezy

[Verse One: Mannie Fresh]
Who rock sh*t that you neva seen befo?
The charge goes to me, then Mike, then the store
Two way beepers with built in speakers
Three inch woofers one inch tweezers
The one and only
Mac like roni
Sharp like my b*tch and pretty like Tony
Trucks big leather room table beds
(cat meowing)Siberian tiger spreads
The call me Emmit cuz I only ride twenty two's
Emmit Smith numba twenty two get it dude
Smoke so much body smell like... WEED!
Get cut Cristal is whut I.... bleed
Got money then b*tch come early
Got a Benz that come out in 2030
Cardel frames that make me look nerdy
Now who's the baller now WHARDIE!

[Chorus 2X: Lac]
Go on hate me
You can't break me
Usta ride new sh*t but not none lately
Wassup n*gga? still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

[Verse Two: Baby]
Give me a dove and watch how I flip the b*tch
One, two, three, four, five slick
Uno, dose
Bentleys and Rovers
Jags, Hummers, Rags its over
Put the kit up n*gga lets break it down
Hit the curb bust the tires Im f*cked up now
Whip my wheel twenty inches
Catch my thrills I've been pimpin
Look ice my life
f*ck what's right
Twenty on the four wheel will fit it tight
Do..noughts in a truck
Corvette lights on a pickup
Baby girl on the bus.... jump off
Step on Ealton and Cleave.... break her off
Bentleys on Gold D's
n*gga say I'm trippin but you n*ggas gotta let me be me
Wodie
Let this life
Wodie
I done earned my stripes
I'm Goldie
I'm a pimp for life
I'm Platinum
Let me shoot the dice

[Chorus 2X: Lac]
Go on hate me
You can't break me
Usta ride new sh*t but not none lately
Wassup n*gga? still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

[Verse Three: Stone]
Look
I push a kitted tinted Lex
Steering wheel on the right
Bubble eye eggshell with the extra pipes
Rich n*gga I got money to buy an extra life
Now I'm gonna mind hell tryin to live trife
So its my life to life with three strikes on me
With a four five on my six to get the lights off me
Like I'm a seven figga n*gga drinkin ice on me
And for eight to nine years ten been the price for a key

[Verse Four: Lac]
I got some sh*t
Why not stunt?
This is much bigger then broke n*ggas with gold fronts
Big rocks in my watch like 'Montz got
Quarters on my trucks and a Hatch full of punch
Got a Bentley and a Jag n*gga
With some twenty inch Mag n*gga
License plate says bad n*gga
Got a new bike chromed and stretched
Got a 50 for my son that I love to death

[Chorus 4X: Lac]
Go on hate me
You can't break me
Usta ride new sh*t but not none lately
Wassup n*gga? still ride old schools?
84 cutlass with the European light fools

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