Lyrics:
won't put money down
And so I smile so little
Because
Oh because
Cause cause cause
My
My bread is broken for you
My bread is broken for you
A year later
COUPE
I was up to the morning with some bread on my mind
Nigga fuck with my (?) put some bread on your mind
I know one thing 'bout shawty, (?)
funds no bars no bread no fun
Play with hypocrite send u back to the mud like what
Blue blood in my heart no love
Shots in the club all you hear is a thud
a scene
Cause what it do for you, it don't do for me
This is such a beautiful nightmare
In outer space, you can't even fly here
So much bread, can't count
the boy done pop like cherry
Did a lot before you saw me sing on your telly
If na bread all my guys get am pere
I represent Ikuru town and Ikwere
Told my
Holy your bread that rained down from the heavens
Holy your Spirit
Holy your presence
Holy your bread that rained down from the heavens
When you first
Driving through Texas, feeling mighty swell
A billboard asked me, "Where ya going: heaven or hell?"
I said, "I'm just going to Panera Bread
but now
(She gon’ what)
You get no bread (You get no bread)
You got no lick (Nope)
I don’t wanna fuck (I don’t wanna)
I just want head (I just want)
New chain
what your bf lacking,
When i get this deal I’m finna be stacking,
Bread on bread new whips I’m snatching,
Shaking that shit & don’t give a fuck,
Bend
Homies beefing over bread like cheeseburgers
These lurkers are easily seen like tear jerkers
I don't drink beer that's for weird surfers
My opps
Why so many fake?
Why so many switch?
I can't live my life if I keep hangin' around a snitch
I'm just tryna stack the bread so one day I'll be rich
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
rather have your jelly roll than my home-cooked bread.
I'm crazy ‘bout that jelly, crazy ‘bout that good jelly roll.”
She says, “I love your jelly, it's
help it, the girl can't help it)
If she winks an eye and bread slices turn to toast
(She can't help it, the girl can't help it)
If she's got a lot
by the way you treat your girl
That I could give you all the loving in the whole wide world
All I want you to do is to make your bread
Just
to the right
There'll be bread for all of us
If we can just bear the cross
Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her
A fella really got to eat
And a fella should eat right
Five will get you ten
I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread
the kids in Harland High School
Voted me most likely to succeed?
Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago
If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine
sitting looking at you like
Well the whole European
French bread
Of all of Europe the only thing that stuck out in my mind is the bread
I you know you
music, black music
Our father, give us this day our daily bread
Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread
See I done did all this
help it, the girl can't help it
If she winks an eye and bread slices turn to toast
She can't help it, the girl can't help it
If she's got a lot
bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga
back?
Bring a pint of booze
And a Johny be Stetson hat
I smell your bread a burning
Turn your damper down
If you ain't got a damper
Good gal, turn your
for your supper and you'll get breakfast
Songbirds are not dumb.
They don't buy a crumb of bread!
It's said,
So sing and you'll be fed!
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