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If it all went away tomorrow
Would there be anything worthy of the salvage
Or would the world be swallowed by the sea
A blissful silence in return

told that nigga to hit me
All I'm hearing is nonsense 
If the figures ain't stuck in your head and were talking bread why the fuck are we talking numbers

heard of me
Creeping through the dark in the oldsmobile

Drive-by shoot to kill
So watch your step
Big stalks won't stop
I keep the pussy wet

Break bread

a band
Throw up bread, you should learned it by now
Make 'em say, "ugh, " then examine her mouth
Then it's get to stepping
I'm kicking Pamela out (Get

the middle
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul

Fetch me some bread and gangs of meat
Oodles of butter and somethin' sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it

On the silver screen the title was still rolling
And I'm the leading man learning my best lines
By the second scene the action wasn't flowing
I just failed

straight tho
We both want a crib by the lake so
Roll one up so I can't feel my face hoe
For the record, records what I make though
Fucked around

a time trying to break the Palestinian minds
What's hiding in the clouds hanging over my head
My dad risks his life outside to buy bread

The fourth

surrounded by cameras
So who am I to live my dreams and not let her?
I miss you

She's got those thighs and those hips, and I swear that
Pray God don't

Promises you made
That we would walk, side by side
Through all the seasons of our lives
'Neath any sky, down any road
Any way the wind blows

I have no

bread than a champion of checkers
I crave all the pressure, they cave under pressure, the difference is clear
Ain't missed a target in over a year
I

Zeeshan

Clean, clean man, I'm feeling mean
Billie Jean, with the lean
Dancin' on the green cheddar with the bread
Even while this nigga laying

you wonder what it take to be me
Mucho dinero baby

I got that masa masa masa
I got that masa masa masa (masa)

I got all this bread like a bakery

That was the past, now I'm on to some bigger shit
Got my bread up, way more than a little bit
Bands so high 'cause I hate being low
That's why I smoke

painted by your lover
In the middle of the summer
On an island in the river on a Sunday

The petticoat's wet
Which adds to the weight
The sun is