Break The Bitch Down (feat. K. Camp) - Kevin Gates feat. K Camp

I'ma break that bitch down

Met her out in town

Got her on tequila

Made her turn her ass 'round

I'ma break that bitch down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

I'ma break that bitch down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

I'ma break that bitch down

Pull up in the car

Then let up the arms, suicide doors

I'm married to the game, never gettin' a divorce

Get in, baby this a coupe, ain't no room to fit your friend in

Red bottom, whatever, your Christian, who is 'Boutin?

Kinda new to boutiques and I don't do the salons

Swag kinda simple, I'm cute in Louis Vuitton

I'm headed to the 'telly, I wanna see you perform

No hood on the car, workin' on your vocals

Threesome after drinkin', grab a condom, we in motion

Break your bitch down, leave her sleepin' on the sofa

In the kitchen, broke a brick down, she ain't even know it

I'ma break that bitch down

Met her out in town

Got her on tequila

Made her turn her ass 'round

I'ma break that bitch down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

I'ma break that bitch down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

I'ma break that bitch down

Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends

I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then

Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off

Had to break up with her guy and feel like all men are dogs

Tequila kickin' as we talk and we talk

If she ain't feelin' it, she would've been walkin' off

I'm about to 'scape away, she don't leave

All I did was ask Sabatha, she won't eat

Hotel room vacant, alone, she don't sleep

Clothes off, on the sheets, provided we underneath

Hollerin' in between, I don't get tired

But wonderin' why you sleep

Opposite of normal

I'ma get her number, be a week before I call her

I can see the future and I'm just bein' honest

What I gotta do? I ain't tryna meet your mama

I'ma get her loose, then I slang her this iguana

Actin' like she don't but I know she really wanna

Break the bitch down if she ask of my karma

Won't pick up the phone, make her turn into a stalker

Put her out the car, don't perform and you're walkin'

You was actin' bad, buy the part, don't be heartless

You are not a star to a king and regardless

You don't have a car and a section 8 apartment

I'ma break that bitch down

Met her out in town

Got her on tequila

Made her turn her ass 'round

I'ma break that bitch down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

I'ma break that bitch down

Down, down, down, down, down, down

I'ma break that bitch down