MR. BREED-ALONG Lyrics – Lateau
Singer: Lateau
Title: MR. BREED-ALONG
Uhn, let me pull it back
Stick it in the cul de sac
Steamy in the sheets, mellow breeze when the rubber snaps
Rubber quack, onomatopoeia in the gutter crack
Little summer snacks fishing for a heart attack
Diamond stack or a million dollar cheque
Yea, I’m talking to the Devil, but the Devil’s talking back
I’m talking like a rebel, but the rebel wants a plaque
Call myself a good fellow, well, this fellow needs a snack
Yea, I’m as bad as it gets
See me beating at your heart until it’s flat
Incriminating back mind, systematic whitе lies
Waterboard the p#ss# in hеr own like she baptised
This ain’t a read-along, this a f#ckin’ scream along
Lemme hear you scream my name like the f#cking speaker’s off
This ain’t a read-along, this a f#ckin’ scream along
With the blinkers on, call me Mr. Breed-Along
This ain’t a read along, this a motherf#ckin’ scream along
Nah nah nah, nah this ain’t a, this ain’t a
This ain’t a read-along, this a f#ckin’ scream along
Damn, the kitty’s A1, like my steak is longer than my paper
The elevators I pay, I’m an elevated creator
I want me a Penelope broken, so I could save her
Now savour the last line like the baker’s dozen
Baked as f#ck, cookin’ something that the baker doesn’t
Me oh my, I’m just that kinda guy
Like it tighter with a light, smack a peach if it’s ripe
Like the feeling when I’m feeling her down
And when I’m filling it, I want the sovereign sound
My earlobes like two lighthouses, the way it drowns
Neck be heavy like a skyscraper, the weighted pounds
Yea, my fingers cost more than your dumbass rent
Stay collecting all the money I spent, huh
This ain’t a read-along, this a f#ckin’ scream along
Lemme hear you scream my name like the f#cking speaker’s off
This ain’t a read-along, this a f#ckin’ scream along
With the blinkers on, call me Mr. Breed-Along
This ain’t a read along, this a motherf#ckin’ scream along
Nah nah nah, nah this ain’t a, this ain’t a
This ain’t a read-along, this a f#ckin’ scream along
Damn, the kitty’s A1, like my steak is longer than my, longer than
Fake memory, Mandela
Look at my toes, Margiela
Look at my hoes, no Bella
Cash roll out but, the money get better
Critter Bimmer, ridin’ no hands in a dimmer Limmer
On the way back from dinner, simmer
Sittin’ on tracks with her #ss thrown back
“Honey, please come back”, sound like Winnie the Pooh
Next thing, she gon’ ask what my Didgeridoo?
Just Didgeri-do, she Didgeri-blew, no Didgeri-clue
But, the sh#t gon’ shoot
Oh? You want me now, huh?
My fit cost more than your house, huh
Oh? You like my style, huh?
It still cost more than your house, b#tch
My ring cost more than your spouse
Yea, my name cost more than your clout
Yea, this pain got me leaking out the brain
With a paintbrush sketching out road to my fame
Yea, Sir Brag-alot
wh#res back riding like I’m Camelot
Came with the ropes, I come and go
Leavin’ you hanging like a shower thought
They said “cool down”, I’m chillin’
Yea, my stash get higher than the building
b#tch, wanna see me Mad, no Villain
Now they all beg for the shillin’
Huh, b#tch, lemme flex, huh
Ice like Polar Express, huh
b#tch, I’m a King, Noblesse, huh
b#tch, lemme smoke my grass, huh
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