Bread Head
Sahbabii
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Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head (bread head) Play it in the back of my head a couple times, see if I'm wrong Spin this bitch one more time, let's see if they gone Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone I got dicks on all of my guns, they pussy, let's see if they moan When it's time to dance on the battlefield, we leaving our phones Don't come outside with that fake gangster shit, leave it at home Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first ones gone He not a killer, it's the drugs Turn a nigga block to a motherfucking rug You can't hide in the city, we know every club Slide on them bitches, they bloody and shitty He got a hundred, he got a fifty Run through boxes of bullets tryna fill up these titties I might spin a block with him, then spin him, this shit get tricky Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head (bread head) We don't give no f*ck 'bout what they doing, so why they worried 'bout us? Your mans was in the street, you wasn't gangster, on the curb hollering You said you bust who head? Nigga, who dead? We ain't heard 'bout you It's gon' be some shit coming behind that body, I'm droppin' turds 'bout 'em I'm fuckin' this bitch and spreadin' them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink Dick riding keep gettin' them niggas killed, I love when them hoes link Blackout 'bout my bros, f*ck around, get a darker skin color I only ride with niggas that's tryna change your skin color Yeah, bread on his head, tryna make a nigga wonder Sent the nigga up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder When we pull up on them niggas, I'ma leave a fucking puddle And if a nigga fold, that's out of my control, you know? Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head (bread head)
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Written by: Don Paschall, Saaheem Valdery
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