Smiley – Breakdown Lyrics

 

Breakdown Lyrics Smiley

Breakdown Lyrics

 

Breakdown Lyrics by Smiley

 

(It’s the Hocus Pocus Harry James)

Break a bitch down ’cause I had to
The glizz’ in the cut ’cause I had to
These n*****, they temp’, just like tattoos
Got a Glock with a laser to zap you
Came from whippin’ the work in the back room
Have to be by the sink in the bathroom
Now I live in the L.A., isn’t that cool?
In the hills, have no service, just big pools

I cannot go for a bitch if she chill with my opp, she a dub and I mean it
The view from the room in my crib is amazing, the drive down the hill is so scenic
Lost my ring on a trip to the airport, when TSA hear it, I hope that they seen it
Not tryna go back and I mean it
Me and Skip on the loose with the demons

Whoa, look at me, I know that they sick of me
It’s a shame that they pickin’ me
It’s the voice and delivery
Why the label so into me? (The labels)
Huh, she’s so intimate
She eatin’ my dick like it’s cinnamon
She love it, she do it again and again
Fuck it, let’s call up your friend
Maybe she’ll like me, we’ll see how it ends
The clip in the Glock, I like how it blends
I know you want money, stop asking your friends
Huh, let’s meet in the ends
Break off my guys, you know how it gets
From Civics to gems, she wanna repent
She not content, she can’t even pretend
She fuckin’ a rapper and do it again

Break a bitch down ’cause I had to
The glizz’ in the cut ’cause I had to
These n*****, they temp’, just like tattoos
Got a Glock with a laser to zap you
Came from whippin’ the work in the back room
Have to be by the sink in the bathroom
Now I live in the L.A., isn’t that cool?
In the hills, have no service, just big pools

The crib got a pool and it’s huge
I’m at the top of the moon (At the top)
We in the two-seater, call it cocoon (Over the top)
And my n***** they quiet, sneak up, racoon (Damn)
Told you, break a bitch down if I had to
She wanna cover the tattoos
Signed out my deal at Matthew’s
I’m blessed, like achoo
The glizz’ in the cut and it got you (Got ’em)
N***** lied so they gettin’ exposed (They do)
Seen the opps, get live, then they ghost (Bye)
Hit that boy in the dirt, he’s a toast, damn
Hurt that boy in the dirt, he’s a toaster (Wow)
In my city, I ride with a chauffer (In the R-R)
We can fuck on the low, then it’s over (It’s done)
I got fans, but they used to be smokers (Gang)

Break a bitch down ’cause I had to
The glizz’ in the cut ’cause I had to
These n*****, they temp’, just like tattoos
Got a Glock with a laser to zap you
Came from whippin’ the work in the back room
Have to be by the sink in the bathroom
Now I live in the L.A., isn’t that cool?
In the hills, have no service, just big pools

I cannot go for a bitch, if she chill with my opp, she a dub and I mean it
The view from the room in my crib is amazing, the drive down the hill is so scenic
Lost my ring on a trip to the airport, when TSA hear it, I hope that they seen it
Not tryna go back and I mean it
Me and Skip on the loose with the demons