Lyrics:
out and I ain't goin' back
Bitches be buggin', I won't spend
No bread on no bitch
'cause all of these bitches be wack
What you make, brodie made in
an uptown girl
She's been living in her white bread world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she's looking for a downtown man
That's what I am
bread to that old park bench
For the local birds to eat
Then I go back to that king-sized bed
But it's way too big for me
So if I find someone to hold
I'm in
All I wanna do is cook your bread
I just wanna make sure you're well fed
I would rather die one hundred ways
Go blind than watch you walk
Checkmate sucka, not a move, game's over!
Who's that walking with a hole in his head?
Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread
What's
a Wonder bread bomb
And I don't care what I know, because I can't be wrong
Some days just chicken bones
You'd better fuck off now, you'd better leave me
yeah
Flexing getting bread
Couple medies on my dick
Rolling with the set can't no nigga tell me shit
I'm with my niggas bro
Cooling with my niggas bro -
Yeah, bitch, I think I'm Baby Jesus (Baby Jesus)
Yeah, I'm breakin' bread, bitch, I'm ballin' (bitch, I'm ballin', nigga)
Yeah, bitch, I think I'm Baby
Yeah, bitch, I think I'm Baby Jesus (Baby Jesus)
Yeah, I'm breakin' bread, bitch, I'm ballin' (bitch, I'm ballin', nigga)
Yeah, bitch, I think I'm Baby
never broke bread, never fed us (yeah)
Mislead, old heads never led us (yeah)
Gettin' bread, old head wouldn't let us (yeah)
Put the bread on your like
Wanted a sandwich but this fat bitch tried tell man that she ain't got no bread
Get me mad, autogas
Fuck up everyone in Greggs
Kick 'em with
he not carryin' y'all way (y'all way)
I had to make a decision
Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all wait (oh you gon's save him?)
I get that
jelly
No jealousy over no bread, yeah
Hope that ain't go over your head
That's word to Casanova, birds be gassed up over
You askin' where they from,
relax (yeah), I might take a pill
I been way up, got my bread up
Talkin' like you hungry
Bitch, I'm fed up, yeah
It's no service in the hills
I can't
still with the shit, ain't safe to be around your girl
Ass out the window, eatin' llama on the interstate
Hoes sell crystal meth, Bread Winner, dinner
more drama (ayy)
Asked my mama, for bread, she told me, "Uh-uh" (no)
That's the day I went out to get my bread up, uh huh (yep)
T-shirt VLONE, leave
I've got a brand new skillet and a brand new lid
I ain't got no stove, but I'll bake my bread
I'm gonna bake my biscuit
I'm gonna bake my biscuit
nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer, I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I'm a bread winner, yeah,
have to signal me
Throw them fours up there
They gonna love that
The children of my section gonna love that
Broke bread in the trenches
Ligaments
him do to Little Kim
Inna di Tesla Roadster
Secret pop outta road like
Bread pop outta toaster
Deh pon di notice board like a poster
Asking why you do
fearing man
Breaking my bread at the breakfast table
Bowing my head 'cause I'm willing and able
Taking the hand of the woman I love
Holding it tighter
society
You destroy the ghetto fambily
Promise without no guarantee
Wi just can't badda wid dat no more
Di same bread fi yuh di same fi mi
While women dem
(let's go)
Let a nigga get a little head (come on)
Make me fall in love with them lips (uh) (wizard)
Ain't the type to give you no bread (uh) (Firzt)
and always be yo' thug for life
Break the bread and always be yo' thug for life
No, no, can't nobody get deep in the stomach like I do
And on top of that
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