Break ’Em Off Right lyrics

by

Q. Allanz


[1st verse]
I guess I'll put on my charm and smile bright like a sabretooth
I'm hot enough to make an Eskimo crawl through a blizzard in a bathing suit
Went in the booth with a pencil and paper and left a mess
Like I was hit by lightning having a seizure holding an Etch-A-Sketch
Now, if the shoe fits, wear it with pride
And if your image gets dirty then you should was it with Tide
Ain't no need to pay attention if it don't come with a grind
So if it ain't worth the revolving hands on my wrist then bye-bye
Ladies and gents, welcome to my room
Seems like they wanted me to raise my voice, so now I'm howling at the moon
I'll probably catch a cold vefore I catch feelings
You know deuces are wild in the full decc, and I'm the one dealing
I'm here to give 'em all a taste of my boot
You ain't catch no body, man the breeze is what I seen you shoot
Stay tuned, this is only round one
Bag full of trixxx, who wanna see me pull out some

[Chorus]
I'ma show you how a freak get down
Heard 'em say they want it raw, well I'ma bring a pound
When I groove, I'm gonna shake the ground
Run it bacc, it's time to rocc the house, talking 'bout
I break 'em, break 'em
Break 'em off, I break 'em off
I break 'em, break 'em
Break 'em off, I break 'em off right

[2nd verse]
One thing I learned, always look at the world through sober eyes
And never debate giving a stripper money over tithes
You don't work then you don't eat
So, if you're lazy within my round table, don't expect to have a seat
I ain't the thirsty type, that don't mean bring the water out
You won't catch me with a cape on saving a tramp with a rotten mouth
But she can tell how many times she pops and crouch
Well, I guess it is true when they say it's the thot that counts
Homies that know me think I'm narcissistic
My life couldn't ve portrayed in no Hallmark picture
Put my pencil in the art convention
I done rode the beat and stopped, surprised I ain't got a parking ticcet
Heartless villain, spikin' the drink at your prom
In the same breath, one bad M.F., doing the stomp with your mom
And I don't need a meme to hold a crown and stay calm
Once I take a shot of Henny napalm, let's get it on

[Chorus]

3rd verse
Some times, my name's brought up, and people lose there appetite
'Cause I stay fly, I think I was born on a satellite
Wild with the Trojans, so if you ride, have your saddle right
These succas got the streets sleeping, I'm bringing 'em bacc to life
No flex zone 'cause only scared boys use steroids
Wanna talk tough, but I can hear the cat in there voice
Wouldn't respond if I did issue a challenge
Claimin' A-1 since day one, steak sauce don't go on a bologne sandwich
Don't get it twisted, I ain't a dread
But the only time I kiss ass is when I'm in bed
Target practice, going postal when I pull the Beretta
Bullet wholes and blood stains your plaid look like I'm playing checcers
Scratching on records, the only way I'm sharing needles
Halos and horns, you ain't dumb enough to want to see me evil
I'm leaving bite marks, so hurry up and warn the people
This is just a preview, now prepare yourself for the sequel

[Chorus]
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