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Paul Wall - Break 'Em Off (feat. Lil KeKe) [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Wall
Paul Wall
Rap
Lil' Keke
Lil' Keke
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Edwards
Marcus Edwards
Songwriter
Paul Slayton
Paul Slayton
Songwriter
Leroy Williams
Leroy Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Producer

Lyrics

I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab Now I gotta work my woodgrain wheel Poppin' trunks, poppin' pills, still poppin' seals Higher than a hill with my mind on mill Piece and chain swangin', bankroll, shiny grill Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream I'm in that mean, green machine; clean, on 19s Flatscreens in the headrest, swingin' like a swingset Brandywine paint wet, comin' down, that's a bet I'm in the lot chasin' broads like a lesbian Full of that kush-flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians Higher than a streetlight, floatin' like a parachute Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard-green Bentley coupe Young gangsta mack game sharper than a thumbtack Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract Then they watch me, I'm rocked up, fully loaded and sloppy Tryna hit it and quit it and walk off like Big Papi Break 'em off I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab Aye, aye I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist The truck gold mist 550 snow bunny Bentley Continental with the mink floors dummy Paul Wall money, that's expensive taste And them friendly ass fools we send 'em to MySpace I'mma break 'em off until the backbone broken Stainless steel drop Phantom, leave the top open Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose And the kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes (That's right) Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lasers Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt SwishaHouse, Young Don, capital TF I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab Already I'm higher than a satellite, crawlin' like a baby Maneuvering through the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady Still choppin' on them buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best In that Minute Maid dropper with retractable roof Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the tooth The fifth wheel on the ground And the trunk in the air Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa My skills is so ill when workin' that wood wheel Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill Widescreen mindframe, panoramic pimpin' I'm sippin' on that Osama, baby, leanin' like I'm limpin' In that two-seater feeder, it's me and a señorita Three ounces up in the liter And it's ten up in the heater Mackin' a mamacita Runnin' game like a cheetah I'm knockin' 'em out the park similar to Derek Jeter Break 'em off I'mma break 'em off real bad I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
Writer(s): Paul Michael Slayton, Marcus Edwards, Leroy Williams, Travis Farris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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