Video Breaking Fem de Aas 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aas - Breaking Fem Lyrics

[Intro: Aaron Paul]
(Yo-Yo-Yo one-four-eight-three to the three to the six to the nine Representing the ABQ, what up Biatch? Leave it at the tone)

[Chorus: Slop]
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash

[Verse 1: Slop]
That blue got your nose real runny
Like your nose real bloody
I got a vision
I got a commitment
I'm gon' finish the mission
Blessings on blessings with fem on the tag
Don't fuckin' brag
Don't be a drag
Be the one who steal the flag
And get the stacks
Like "Breaking Bad"
Bad ba-ba-ba bad
I'm like donkey from Shrek ​'cause I fuck with a dragon
You have never seen that happen
Because you're not platinum
And your not Jackson
This line was so random
[Chorus: Slop]
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash

[Verse 2: Bobb]
Never flat
Not fat
Dressed as cat
Small hats
Cum splats
Wanna fuck?
That’s fact
Big-big
Big thick meaty like a snail
Bitch I thought you were a female
You yo-yo-yo you
Know I’m speaking fax
​'Cause femboy's never flat
Femboy's better than women
​'Cause you know they got that chicken
Femboy's never flat
I’m so horny might fuck one of his cats
Olive oil and I are the same
We both extra virgin
Now I got no shame
Lookin' at anime girls and jerkin'
[Chorus: Slop]
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash

[Verse 3: Blob]
Don’t like white stuff
We only take that blue meth (Yah yah)
Ain’t got enough
But I'll be makin' it like a chef (Yah yah)
Man I get no pussy
I’ve never seen no titty (Nah nah)
But I’m always busy
My hands dirty in the city (yah ya)
While Bobb do the griddy
I'm the master of victory (Yah yah)
I'm to slow
But your mom’s my ho (Yah yah)
I like- I like cake and your mom’s a buffet
You know I'm with da gang (Gang)
Fuckin' the fam
Sitting with my hands
In my homies pants (Gang)
[Chorus: Slop]
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash
I be counting that cash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Three hundred miles on the dash ain't got shit, ain’t got shit
Can't even- can't even drive gon' crash