Testo Breakaman - Yo Gotti
Testo della canzone Breakaman (Yo Gotti), tratta dall'album Life
Nope, it ain't happenin'
Not over here, you ain't finna get a fast
Motherfuckin' come up over here, shawty
Hell nah
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
Shawty was so real, back in '96
Before the big life, all the ice and all the bricks
Was small time grindin', high school rhymin'
Just broke up with my bitch, so it was like perfect timin'
She wasn't a dime piece, she wasn't a nine-piece
Was 'bout a six or a seven, but was real sweet
Plus she was gangsta, in other words, thugged out
Plus she was traffickin' and manufacturin' drugs out
She was a little older, she was a little bolder
Than all my other hoes, she drove a blue Corolla
We used to walk to class, I used to hold her boulder
You know that in between green shit to win her over
But fuck it, I'm a soldier, by now she shoulda noticed
That ya boy gon' spend, I'm gon' sell yola
She had nice goals, Future thought out with a plan
But let me tell you how this bitch was tryna break a man
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
I told you she was real, at least I thought she was
I fucked with her for years, but that was just because
The situation seemed like it was meant to be
Until the money came, I thought we was the perfect team
I worked a little harder, guess I was like my father
All through the rain, sleet, and snow like it was no tomorrow
I had to stack my dollars
Real niggas do real things like a
Lifetime and Volume 1 of Shawn Carter
I started flippin' cars, she started flippin' out
I tried to figure out what the fuck she bitchin' 'bout
She got a little crazy, she got a little lazy
No more with future plans and goals, she only talkin' babies
I'm only talkin' maybe, she clung to talkin' get me
Don't wanna hustle, don't wanna work, I guess she out to get me
My money won't decrease by any circumstance
I ain't gon' give you shit, you ain't gon' break a man
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
Now we ain't have a pot to piss in
Shawty, that's when you would listen
My down-ass Memphis bitch, just play in your position
This was before you had my son, this was before I had a name
This was before I copped a deal, this was before I let it wane
I told you what my plan was, to try to come up on some change
Get my music out of town, I got to hoppin' on them planes
All the time away from home, shit, you questionin' my trust
While I'm out of town, rap hustlin', doin' this shit for us
All of a sudden, you need some space, so I let you be
You went and got your own place and I was wrong for lettin' you leave
Now it's back to fuckin' niggas'
Hoes, back to fuckin' bitches' friends
Seen the spot I'm livin' in, got mad when I went and copped a Benz
Now you want some dividends, now you wanna go to court
I give Nick everything he need, why you file a child support?
You left me and now you hurt 'cause you ain't in my plan
Bitch, you got me fucked up, shawty, and you tryna break a man, damn
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
Tryin', tryin' to break a man
I don't understand
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Writer(s): Nakia S. Coleman, Andre T. Stephens, Mario Sentell Giden
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