MT Ty & Nate Frxsca - BREAK A LEG

This shit get to real man
Yea
Boy my bitch so bad, she count that pape and just look gorgeous, oh
I just caught a play for 40 thousand in the morning, yea
All the fabrics in my closet altered and be tailored, yea
I just bought a Chanel belt and it cost more then a 8 of red
I damn near lose my mind, he stealing swag he ain't even pay the kid
Brody mixing wockhardt, with the tuss now I'm a space kid
Drive the Porsche Cayenne like a crazy man I'm living on the edge
I send a bitch a addy, I'm so lit I tell her bring her friend
Fashion enthusiast, I think I got more drip than Dapper Dan
I can weigh the money and get the total by putting it in my hand
My cousin got a bag, he in New York City serving Jadakiss
My bitches do chores around the house I ain't doing no lazy bitch
Soon as my lady call my phone them hoes gotta dip
I just touched down from a flight then booked another trip
He left her out of sight for a hour now she on my dick
She just walked in with a towel she finna work her head
I could've paid my rent early, but I bought some red
I just ripped her out the plastic, call that bitch Saran
Twenty bands on some art, could've bought some land
Soon as she asked for it, gave her a band
Rich bitch flew me out, now I got a tan
I just got my feet scrubbed, and I got some head
Gave her loaf she seen it through, came back with the bread
My nigga touring on that road I told em break a leg
Gang top flight security dae dae and Craig
Bitches cappin' like I hit em, baby on her Meg
Ain't have no eggnog on Christmas so I poured up tris
That boy mad he ain't saucing I hit his bitch
Unky still selling remix like he jadakiss
I text them hoes the same thing and still get a hit

Written by:
Nathan Harris, Ty Royal

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