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shotty horroh - bad breed lyrics

[intro]
yeah, my whole life i’ve been labelled as a black sheep
i’m the boogie man in the backstreet, that’s me
trap beat, fill it up with crack fiends
police man shut me down last week, that’s deep
still got some money from the last creep
had somebody tied up on the backseat, bad breed
i’m the reason that we saw my dad leave
he said he loves my sister but they wished they never had me

[verse]
that lil b+tch so perfect, she got two kids and she workin’
she’s married to this bankеr guy and i just make him nervous
they’vе got this big house and two new cars, that’s so suburban
last year at her birthday party, i was tryin’ to work him
pull that chair up, close those curtains
bro, you work inside a bank?
and what you making after tax?
sh+t, eight/ninety grand?
if i was you and i’m not you but i’d devise a plan
rob that b+tch and fly to france
buy some kind of private land
yeah, yeah
sh+t was kind of awkward, he just wasn’t talkin’
told him i was joking, can’t believe he bought it
my sister started ballin’, said i’m out of order
i kissed her son and daughter, told her i would call her
for a year, we didn’t speak at all
i mean, she text me at christmas but tried to keep it short
one night i’m laying in bed, i couldn’t sleep at all
a text pops up on my phone saying “we need to talk”
it’s my sister’s husband, he said: “listen, look
tell me where you are, i’m ’bout to pick you up”
he pulled up in his car, he looked a little shook
and told me that we’re gonna rob the bank and he didn’t give a f+ck
we made a plan
i’m supposed to show up to the bank in a mask
throw him ’round in front of people and demand the cash
fill up the bag, do the dash
“so, yeah, that’s the plan, but i can’t do it without you though”
f+ckin’ hate this pr+ck
mr. roald, if i wan’t something i just pay for it
lookin’ down his nose at me ’cause i don’t get a wages slip
i don’t see my niece and nephew, he won’t let me babysit
f+ckin’ makes me sick, i ain’t lookin’ out for him
but i need the dough, “f+ck it, bro, count me in”
i told him, “listen, you just stick to the plan
don’t leave me standin’ with my d+ck in my hands
let’s get to work”
“okay”
the day came faster than i thought it would
i had this crazy but i forgot the gloves
as soon as he was done with mr. hollimwood
i ran up on him, pulled it out and said he better cough it up
but i ain’t doing this on his conditions
tryin’ to make this sh+t convincing
so i f+ckin’ pistol whipped him
he’s the reason that my sister’s trippin’
wish they didn’t have any kids so i could really k!ll him
he filled the bag, i was ’bout to leave
and from the back, someone’s shouting freeze
any second, there’ll be a thousand police
unless i squeeze, if i shoot, then i’ll be free
made+ made my getaway in a black van
take it slow, got a change of clothes in a backpack
basic phone, they ain’t tracing those, they can’t track that
laying low, lay+lay+laying low, they won’t catch man
and i won’t let n0body take the p+ss
how come what we make is split
when i’m the one that takes the risk?
f+ck that, he took my baby sis and now he’s playin’ this
i’m keepin’ everything i took and headin’ out to spain to live
ay

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