Testo Breaktime - Lil Wayne

Testo della canzone Breaktime (Lil Wayne), tratta dall'album Street Runnaz 28

Break time
But I never take a break, I never take a break
'Til I see Heaven on the gates, I stick that metal in your face
And now they call you "Chrome-Face"
Fuck with me? Better bring your lunch
'Cause it's gon' be a long day, uh
Wax, wax, wax
But I never take a break, I never take a break
'Til I see Heaven on the gates, I stick that metal in your face
And now they call you "Chrome-Face"
Fuck with me? Better bring your lunch
'Cause it's gon' be a long day, uh
Yee-yee!
Fuck what you heard, like my dick against your eardrum
Swagger so sharp, Weezy, where you get the spear from?
I could make you the son your mama never hear from
Let that tough talk walk, and watch how your fear run, yeah
And "fuck the world" is my assignment
And I promise, you gon' feel me like blind men
Roll or roll over, like front-wheel alignment
Tell them little rappers, "Don't come near the giants" (street runners, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ugh! Now I'm smellin' myself
Flow sicker than shit, where the hell is my help?
Startin' to feel like Makaveli myself
Watch, I put that motherfuckin' MAC-11 to your scalp
That's my Maybach, I swear that bitch a donkey (wax, wax, wax)
Had to get the long-body 'cause the short one didn't want me
Motherfucker, I'm ill, hungry still
Greedy, that's why, my first week, I got a mil'
It's Young Money, open the bar
If they don't know who we is, I bet they know who we are
No Kelly, just N-O in L.A
We come to fuck shit up, like broke levees
Got a California bitch, I swear she a medic
Sometime she give me head, it just get rid of my headache
Pull up and shoot, like J.J. Redick
Put on my boot, I think I'm ready
Which one of you niggas? One of you get it
Keep your head up, or you'll be beheaded, uh-oh
Fearless is my middle name, my heart pump nitrogen
And I breathe fire, better stand by hydrogen
Duffel bag big enough to fit the rifle in
I'll cut your ass short, call me "Hyphen", then, haha
Yes, I'm focused on the figures, fresh
I'm cool, but smoke it like a cigarette
It's the president, sittin' behind a bigger desk
Secretary with bigger breasts handin' me bigger checks
I'm goin' at these niggas' necks; which one of you niggas next?
I'll put a bullet in your motherfuckin' intellect, haha
Call me "Cuckoo-Nest Carter"
Or "WFB," and that's for Wells Fargo Bank
Can't think, I'm in the drank, and it dank, make my mind go blank
In the club, tryna give me dick, everything but the same
But I don't wanna think (let's take it to the floor, then)



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Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Sean Carter, Christoph Bauss, Peter Jost Albertz
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