Lyrics Triple One – Breakin’ Dawn.
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Yeah, I don’t fuck with nobody, like at all. It’s very simple. I stay at my house, and I don’t fuck with nobody, I don’t go anywhere, I don’t go to parties, I barely go outside. Like literally, I really don’t go outside that much just because I don’t fuck with nobody. I know it sounds a little weird but I just don’t- I just refuse to allow any cancer in my life. Yeah, I don’t fuck with nobody.
I’m coming with that raw lip, on my triple one shit
On that say you move shit, but bitch I really move shit
Flowing out the cockpit, 2 hands on my cock pit
I here you feel accomplished, please just cut the nonsense
What you did all last year, bitch I did that on a weekend
Undertaker of all beats, the whisper when you sleep
Not a phantom of the opera, but a phantom of your dreams
Looking like a pretty Asian model on the mic
Neo from matrix so you better think it twice
If your tryna play tricks then you better think it twice
Cause I got a lot of problems but I’m tryna act nice
Looking like an army when I got you in my sight
Leave a tail tween your legs steady missing with the bite
Kiss your mother on the cheek; tell her everything’s right
Knowing well your faits near, this could be your last night
Shit
Breakin’ Dawn, what I came for (came and I’m gone)
Breakin’ Dawn, what I came for
Breakin’ Dawn, what I came for
Breakin’ Dawn, what I came for
Runner then on, go forth
See me chilling in the back corn
Triple one my back my back born
With a gift, ever really talked to the kid?
So real I cut my wrist just to bleed on a bitch
Bleed on a track, gonna bleed when I hit
Cause my bars come hard
Like a chief on a spliff
Never know peace… only piece I want
Is a piece of an MC when I kick
And a piece of the cake
So when I get up
I’ll put the pieces in place
Little cash in my pocket
Little worth that I made
From voicing my brain
Over noise that bill make
Patting me down
Copper mad cause he framed
I’m clean from my street
To the Ivory Lane
That’s where we chill
Out the back with my mate
Smoking darts near a factory chain
Main road to the city or the coast
All the same, Obi hungry for change
And I won’t stop till the inner west pumping my name
Go hard in the paint
Triple one switching lanes
All you fucker’s the same
Go hard in the paint
Triple one switching lanes
All you fuckers the same
Breakin’ dawn gettin’ what I came for
Breakin’ dawn gettin’ what I came for
Breakin’ dawn gettin’ what I came for
Breakin’ dawn gettin’ what I came for
