Feat. Tami Latrell
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(Hook)
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Watching Breaking
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Watching Breaking Bad
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(Verse)
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Became a street millionaire, my girl had to pay the price
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Got mad cuz I wrecked a car then I went back and bought it twice
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The kit came wit all the pipes /the fibers the carbon type
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so I couldn't resist it she can't tell me who's wrong right
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A hell of a temper the type to walk in a bar and fight
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I feel like my lawyer's employed to give me the wrong advice
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You must think that you walking right, my watch looking awful bright
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My pistol's named Jessie Pinkman, cause he'll be my dawg fo' life
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I would take you more, but that be a new conversation
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On the label says no informants, well, Honda done make them
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Fakers think that it's friendly, they must have got me mistaken
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And I'm in the empire business, just take what's mine for the taking
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The mixtape mogul, this shit know who to go to
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But it don't really matter, I still don't get cake, through with more bouties
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Kids ain't moving globally, these fakes ain't doing total
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I'm renouncing the products so we can still come through the show
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Takes on Heisenberg, that poison's what I'mma serve
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A whole bunch of students, and all my movers disguised in nerds
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Hop in, my body swerve, I pull up beside the curve
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I'm so good at cooking, and when I'm cooking do not disturb
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I'm heading home afterward, so great that it's Friday
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My woman just made it home, her car's in the driveway
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She's always emotional, she threatens to fly away
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But I'm the man of the house, so she's gon' do what I say
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Right here in my living room, my lazy boy on recline
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She's always suspicious and she thinks that I'm always lying
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Don't talk about loyalty, she's more loyal that y'all combined
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I call her Adona, she wasn't nagging me all the time
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(Hook)
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Now just tell me, where were you
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At the other night
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Tell me why you keep on asking questions all the time
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I already know, y'all don't need to lie
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You can't deny it
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Stop it, cause I'm not falling into your trap
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What type of stalker questions these at?
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So keep tell me!
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You keep on asking where I was at
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So just tell me!
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But no need to ask me where I was at
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I was home watching Breaking Bad
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(Verse)
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What the hell are you talkin' bout?
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Can I please get some breakfast?
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You talkin' all reckless, like I ain't the truth in Texas
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The line between love and hate
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You should carefully thread it
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Anyone looking for a problem should come here and get it
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And that's the moment I see her making the face that is so familiar
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Ain't sayin' nothin' now, but her face saying I'm gonna kill ya
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Then I was (???), I don't know what you referring to
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She swung like she was tryna turn my face into a convertible
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Then she missed me, man, she's lucky she's dipsy
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Punch would have hit me, my patience would have been history
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Artists giving up host, like no weapon used against me
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That was made to get worse, but she'll gave to get down eventually
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She said, I knew you were sneaky, that day you pulled out that mistletoe
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Then I had to check you, like what you looking at my sister fo?
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You think I'm invisible? Did you see me kissing?! No!
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Then why you accusing me like there's smth I did befo'?
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How would I get Christmas day? Even get in the picture?
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Cause you begging fo' trouble. You tried to sleep with my sister
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Only time that I'm begging, is when I'm begging the differ
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Why you gotta be simple? What you running you live for
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I'm not feeling your tone of voice, all this stress isn't needed
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I got plenty of work to do, you won't let me complete it
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I put food on your plate, if you don't like it, then beat it
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Keep on bringing this subject up, and you won't ever leave it
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Alone you keep nagging me, like this is some tragedy
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Yet, I'm cool with your family, you shouldn't even be mad at me
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She tripped on the sofa and accidentally strut on me
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I wa't even kissing her, she was showing her cavity
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(Hook)
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Watching Breaking Bad
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