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아무리 잘난체해도 내가 볼 때는 너무 평범해
근데도 잘난 줄 안다면 진짜로 가봐 병원에
컨셉이 판치는 이 바닥에 진짜인 애들은 별로 없네

남은 총알 Make it rain 마치 rambo
조합이 나름 괜찮아 우린 마치 bread & butter
얼굴만 반반한 넌 흔들고

with the ease
She wanna fuck on me no I got a bitch I can't leave
Stay on my lone on my V
No you can't get close to me
Charcuterie bread and my cheese

up
We gone stack this money count this bread up
Yeah they already know imma keep that led tucked
She say she want a nigga like me to make her bed cum

so tey I turn to osanle
Gives us these days and our daily bread
Make we live life with no regret
So me I dey pray, make money come my way
Hustling so

it soon take a photo
Stackin' this bread but I want more
All ya'll be cappin' and don't know
You at the back we got front row
We makin it soon take

Riding round I'm bending corners and I'm drifting like the ghost of Akina, uh
I got mad bread like an angry baker but not talking Anita
Look me in my

Hol' up
Flex
Who took a cut of yo' check
Everyday stuntin I'm blessed
Y'all stay on government bread
Hol' up
Flex
Who took a cut of yo' check

and yell
I love it when you get so salty so salty so salty
Bitch I'm made of bread you're saltines you're saltines you're saltines
All the fucks to give

and blaming
Sometimes it's offensive but I'm still getting my bread
But I'm still in my head, oh yeah yeah

But I'm still getting my bread
But I'm still in my

The Whole World Said/ DcT BOY DERE CRcZY
So it's time to get this Bread/ 2X

STOP PLcYIN WIT EM!!!!!!!!

I don't wanna talk if you never did it/ 
Call Me MR.

firing
Tonight we in the city And I got the game with me
The whole team running it up You getting bread, you can't hang with me
I talk the time

won't care until I'm dead
You know my tears, they shed
While I'm layin' in my bed
All my friends, they are dead
I'll be chasin' this bread
I don't want

bread, bae, what's for dinner?
Walk in the club, wanting drinks, never dinner
Turn up tonight, baby, changing the weather
Making it rain, she got designer

to see me with no money, ain't no way like na oslo

Wey dey
Wey dey
Wey dey
Shege
Shege
Shege
Need bread like Agege, Bread like Agege,
Straight to my

to make it
I like to cook it
I love to taste it
I get that dough
I like to raise it
I like that bread
Ready make it
Sweeten it up
I like that cake bitch
Red

Ice on my neck but I got the heat
I'm about my bread I ain't talking wheat in New York like the Nets
Get to the green green in my cup this ain't lean

cent, I'm in sax
You know I got your bitch, yeah we ran it back
I pour up so long, I brought back some bread
Lil nigga took my flow, no he ain't get my

Bitch, Yeah!
Worried bout' me bitch just go
Bitch you better know your role
I don't miss I'm on a roll
Count up the bread, I count up the rolls
Pockets

I'ma still
stack the bread, and get the gula
and get the blue bleez
That bitch call me James, that hoe really thought we had a bond

Everybody talkin'

business

Goin' from rags to riches
Dim my dirt, can't leave no witness
The rappin' gon' make me a milli
I'm stackin' my bread and I'm doin' it swiftly

It's

I said I'm busy
Soulfulwaves
Armed and dangerous, yeah,
Shawty, I'm armed and dangerous, yeah
Stack up this bread, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't care

Damn, kid, you always cookin
Stacking my bread up high
I've been trying to stay out the way and keep my, head high
Chasing hoes before the money,

Through the lies of the open minded which I cannot understand

Shines the knife to slice the bread
With the knife I kill no man
Unlike the scalpel blade

and get this bread
Voices, I can hear em' in my head
Wake up out this bed, J Dot. go and get this bread
I'm getting money until the police arrest or kill me