BREAK THE MOLD
๐ต 2046 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:04 duration
๐ ID: 12189219
๐ Lyrics
Last one
Yeah!
Do this shit for sport
I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
All that shit a chore (ayy)
Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
You won't see me fold
Ain't no verses written, this is gold
Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
And this shit don't get old
Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
I can smell the bitch up on your soul
Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
Spent a bag at a store (ayy) (spent a bag at a store)
Karmamob, we kicking in your door (ayy) (kicking in your motherfucking door)
He don't want no beef, don't want no war (ayy) (don't want no war)
Throw his face to the ground, how the floor taste? (Yeah!)
I just want the guap in my case, like I said
He talking shit, we come straight for their heads
Don't you dare talk to me, wasting your breath
Don't know how many days that I have left?
(Ayy, oy, ayy, oy)
(Ayy)
That I have left, uh, that I have left, yay, that I got left, yay
That I have left, ayy, that I have left
On my last spliff, now I'm running out of breath (yay)
Brand new choppa, black and white like it's a ref' (yay)
Busy falling off like you ain't got no fans left (yay)
You ain't even mean that shit (yay), you say bruh, say it with your chest (yay)
I ain't ever gonna sleep, until his fuckin' makers met (ayy)
Karmamob, a fucking parasite, I swear that we gon' spread (ayy)
808, a fucking missle strike (ayy), like I just bought a jet (ayy)
You ain't fuckin' moving, like you caught up in a net (ayy)
Do this shit for sport
I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
All that shit a chore (ayy)
Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
You won't see me fold
Ain't no verses written, this is gold
Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
And this shit don't get old
Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
I can smell the bitch up on your soul
Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
(Bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold)
Yeah!
Do this shit for sport
I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
All that shit a chore (ayy)
Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
You won't see me fold
Ain't no verses written, this is gold
Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
And this shit don't get old
Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
I can smell the bitch up on your soul
Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
Spent a bag at a store (ayy) (spent a bag at a store)
Karmamob, we kicking in your door (ayy) (kicking in your motherfucking door)
He don't want no beef, don't want no war (ayy) (don't want no war)
Throw his face to the ground, how the floor taste? (Yeah!)
I just want the guap in my case, like I said
He talking shit, we come straight for their heads
Don't you dare talk to me, wasting your breath
Don't know how many days that I have left?
(Ayy, oy, ayy, oy)
(Ayy)
That I have left, uh, that I have left, yay, that I got left, yay
That I have left, ayy, that I have left
On my last spliff, now I'm running out of breath (yay)
Brand new choppa, black and white like it's a ref' (yay)
Busy falling off like you ain't got no fans left (yay)
You ain't even mean that shit (yay), you say bruh, say it with your chest (yay)
I ain't ever gonna sleep, until his fuckin' makers met (ayy)
Karmamob, a fucking parasite, I swear that we gon' spread (ayy)
808, a fucking missle strike (ayy), like I just bought a jet (ayy)
You ain't fuckin' moving, like you caught up in a net (ayy)
Do this shit for sport
I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
All that shit a chore (ayy)
Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
You won't see me fold
Ain't no verses written, this is gold
Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
And this shit don't get old
Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
I can smell the bitch up on your soul
Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
(Bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.61] Last one
[00:11.05] Yeah!
[00:12.05] Do this shit for sport
[00:13.33] I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
[00:16.18] All that shit a chore (ayy)
[00:17.55] Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
[00:19.69] Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
[00:21.82] You won't see me fold
[00:23.24] Ain't no verses written, this is gold
[00:25.08] Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
[00:27.45] And this shit don't get old
[00:28.83] Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
[00:30.93] I can smell the bitch up on your soul
[00:32.88] Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
[00:34.15] Spent a bag at a store (ayy) (spent a bag at a store)
[00:37.15] Karmamob, we kicking in your door (ayy) (kicking in your motherfucking door)
[00:40.17] He don't want no beef, don't want no war (ayy) (don't want no war)
[00:42.62] Throw his face to the ground, how the floor taste? (Yeah!)
[00:45.21] I just want the guap in my case, like I said
[00:48.51] He talking shit, we come straight for their heads
[00:51.44] Don't you dare talk to me, wasting your breath
[00:54.36] Don't know how many days that I have left?
[00:58.22] (Ayy, oy, ayy, oy)
[01:01.32] (Ayy)
[01:01.33] That I have left, uh, that I have left, yay, that I got left, yay
[01:05.61] That I have left, ayy, that I have left
[01:08.48] On my last spliff, now I'm running out of breath (yay)
[01:11.22] Brand new choppa, black and white like it's a ref' (yay)
[01:13.74] Busy falling off like you ain't got no fans left (yay)
[01:16.53] You ain't even mean that shit (yay), you say bruh, say it with your chest (yay)
[01:19.48] I ain't ever gonna sleep, until his fuckin' makers met (ayy)
[01:22.75] Karmamob, a fucking parasite, I swear that we gon' spread (ayy)
[01:24.89] 808, a fucking missle strike (ayy), like I just bought a jet (ayy)
[01:28.24] You ain't fuckin' moving, like you caught up in a net (ayy)
[01:31.09] Do this shit for sport
[01:32.47] I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
[01:35.28] All that shit a chore (ayy)
[01:36.68] Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
[01:38.70] Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
[01:40.83] You won't see me fold
[01:42.37] Ain't no verses written, this is gold
[01:44.16] Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
[01:46.46] And this shit don't get old
[01:47.91] Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
[01:50.04] I can smell the bitch up on your soul
[01:51.72] Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
[01:53.07] (Bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold)
[01:54.21]
[00:11.05] Yeah!
[00:12.05] Do this shit for sport
[00:13.33] I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
[00:16.18] All that shit a chore (ayy)
[00:17.55] Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
[00:19.69] Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
[00:21.82] You won't see me fold
[00:23.24] Ain't no verses written, this is gold
[00:25.08] Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
[00:27.45] And this shit don't get old
[00:28.83] Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
[00:30.93] I can smell the bitch up on your soul
[00:32.88] Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
[00:34.15] Spent a bag at a store (ayy) (spent a bag at a store)
[00:37.15] Karmamob, we kicking in your door (ayy) (kicking in your motherfucking door)
[00:40.17] He don't want no beef, don't want no war (ayy) (don't want no war)
[00:42.62] Throw his face to the ground, how the floor taste? (Yeah!)
[00:45.21] I just want the guap in my case, like I said
[00:48.51] He talking shit, we come straight for their heads
[00:51.44] Don't you dare talk to me, wasting your breath
[00:54.36] Don't know how many days that I have left?
[00:58.22] (Ayy, oy, ayy, oy)
[01:01.32] (Ayy)
[01:01.33] That I have left, uh, that I have left, yay, that I got left, yay
[01:05.61] That I have left, ayy, that I have left
[01:08.48] On my last spliff, now I'm running out of breath (yay)
[01:11.22] Brand new choppa, black and white like it's a ref' (yay)
[01:13.74] Busy falling off like you ain't got no fans left (yay)
[01:16.53] You ain't even mean that shit (yay), you say bruh, say it with your chest (yay)
[01:19.48] I ain't ever gonna sleep, until his fuckin' makers met (ayy)
[01:22.75] Karmamob, a fucking parasite, I swear that we gon' spread (ayy)
[01:24.89] 808, a fucking missle strike (ayy), like I just bought a jet (ayy)
[01:28.24] You ain't fuckin' moving, like you caught up in a net (ayy)
[01:31.09] Do this shit for sport
[01:32.47] I don't wanna do no shit for you, because I'm bored
[01:35.28] All that shit a chore (ayy)
[01:36.68] Bitch, I thank the team, don't thank the Lord
[01:38.70] Noose around my neck, like it's a cord
[01:40.83] You won't see me fold
[01:42.37] Ain't no verses written, this is gold
[01:44.16] Bitch, I'm coughing on a pack that I just rolled
[01:46.46] And this shit don't get old
[01:47.91] Bitch, you talking tough, but don't act bold
[01:50.04] I can smell the bitch up on your soul
[01:51.72] Yeah, bitch, I break the mold
[01:53.07] (Bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold, bitch, I break the mold)
[01:54.21]