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looked me in my eyes said that you love me

So don't come back, aye (ah)

Should've focused on the bread get my bread up
You got me tripping I was down had

If I put like ten on his head, I could make her spend all her bread
Glock make a nigga do his dance, I was thuggin with my brothers
I ain't want no

Man I know you see the smile yeah
Baby but i'm dead
I been at the bakery
The way i'm serving out the bread
You could never be as great as me
I'm

get this bread and knuckle down I done come way too far now Not to put  suttin down my bros be asking for my tape I'm like it's coming now and all it

pray
Give us today our daily bread
Let the lost come find their way
Our Father in heaven
Holy is your name
Holy Spirit would you teach us how to pray

I might need it
These niggas play so greasy
Birds-eye view, I seen it
Booked room at Four Seasons
Only time I take baggage
Gettin' this bread, what's

Hold on
Spazz made the beat
I be stackin' bread
I stay in my lane
If you lookin' for me
I be on a game
No, you cannot copy me
I think you are a lame

jump that like hurdles
Can't be taking my time like turtles
Got bread to make bands to make
Ain't got time for the all net verbal
Ain't got time for

walai oh no
My sheri to fight for you small
I'll defend you for life
If we born sef na 5
Onome
You be my bread and my butter
Me I go choose you over amaka

in a jet
Popped me a Percocet I'm finna see what's next
I don't really gotta worry bout my bread
She was acting a fool, so I left her on read
And they

youngin
Bro bought a glock
And attach the button
Turn yourself to noodles
Just cause you lunching
We gone get the bread
We gone run it run it
Shot it til he

Been said how you got no bread but you still crusty
Bitch got her birthday make up on but she still ugly
I'm finna tackle the bag like I play rugby

to the Street
But I got a baddie in my bed and She's playing in my head
While I'm counting up this bread
Yeah, I'm counting up the bread

Yeah, I got a baddie in

of gratitude
Daddy thank sir
Everybody join me
Make we sing hallelujah
Jehovah has buttered my bread
This love
Dey make me dey wonder

Tamuno
From the bottom

this bread up let get this bread.

Look me in my eyes I'm a dyeing breed waiting for my chance to put my people  on and This in need my doors open long

my eyes when i chop am she taste like sweet bread na who bake am
Give you my heart no break am this na true love i no fake am
Tears dey my eyes when i

bread, shit, baby I got biscuits
Craig move them packs quick, send it, he gone list it
Skateboard bricks, cuz I get it, then we flip it
Crashed another

Winter time it get cold then
I need someone I can hold then
I'm in her head like a sow in
He pussy why is he acting bold then
And his bread fucking

at, at
Not a word was said, not before you left, left
Left me messed up in the head, head
Not even the pills or the bread, bread
Healing my heart or my

white, mi serve it like waiter
Failure, never
Clever, yes sah
Making that bread mi nah talk a baker
Heh, Money maker, making that paper
Pushing that white,

and get the bread
We be out at nights in the
Coupe until we throw more red
Man, this shit so evil
On the beat like it's a deviled egg

I told them to move

break the mold infact
Light the torch then its off to the bag
Shot calla say its off with his head
We not the same
Fuck them hoes get bread
We finna go

fuck it
Ima carpe diem diem diem look
Walk Round da Funkshin so funky
Smellin like da reefer reefer

Smi where u been at?
Kicked back Stackin bread
Tall

have shit to say
Nah
Yeah i changed for the better
For the better
Young nigga get your bread up
Get your bread up
Don't drop your crown pick your head up