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That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian

been praying to sky, hoping for a change, losing myself like it's
Day by day (yeah, day by day)
Day by day (yeah, day by day)
Day by day (yeah, day by

Break Bread

Bone Crusher

Self Explanatory [Clean]

2004

I-20 nigga, yeah
Break bread nigga
Don't get skull drug
Break bread nigga
What?
Break bread nigga
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Break bread nigga

Hey, I'm

Do it step by step don't rush
Just wave that ting make a man Go dumb

Tell a bad one shake that Bum Bum
Pulled up in a trenchcoat niggas Say I'm

Dám dělovou ránu
Bum, bum, bum, bum
A rozbiju bránu, můj bude váš dům
V něm budu tě hýčkat
Hej, hej, hej, hej
A svážu ti strýčka vím
Že byl by na mě

lookin' parched
Intimidating five-star rating I get my own 
So the men want to date me

I get my bread I get my bread
I spend it on myself all on myself 
I

a scissor
Roll by so fast, Big Dipper
I'm in LA more than a Clipper
Balenciaga more than a owner
Bitch, we out here more than a corner
Smoke way more dope

Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you

We ain't fucking with these bums, we need a baller
A hood ass nigga with some bread, shot caller
The type that'll spoil her
Someone who can afford

Lil' 3 gon' touch somethin' (baow)
You hear them drums? Rum-bum-bum-bum
My gorillas, they too dumb-dumb (gang, gang)
They too basic, they be cappin'

Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise, in my German ride
Gyal tek' time tryna buck my pipe
My circle small, virgin size
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise,

Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than

giving you the run a round
I'd much rather be dead than have
To beg my daily bread
And to pay my way no matter
Where I'm bound bum! bum! bum!
Well, I

Who's That Man?

Todd Rundgren

Runt

1970

Maryanne, who's that man?
There's one thing that you should understand
You know many things that go unsaid
By the way one earns his daily bread.

He's

you
You will end up struck
By missile number two's

Flying bum, he's flying cross the city
Flying bum, he's firing little shitties
Dispensing his

won't be long
Deck the halls, we'll sing our favourite song

Bum Ba dum bum ba da dum bum 
Ba dum bum ba da dum bum 

Hang your boots it's time to settle

don't wanna be used to it,
Cause I'm lazy by society's standards,
And I know that none of it matters,
I am a pawn,
Forced to grow up, get a house, and mow

gotta go, go get the bread
I gotta go, go get the bread
For all of my bros and all of my sisters
I gotta go, go get the bread
I gotta go, go get the bread

Daughters of Sorrow

The New Pornographers

Together

2010

You are the daughters of sorrow
And somehow I just know
I'm gonna have to hang around you

We walk through the world
As if by starlight
We've

would be dead 
Niggas lie on they moms just to try and get bread 
Bum niggas get pushed over on they deathbed

You can't go bar for bar with a nigga like

some bum love
They don't wanna see us live our lives, police stay gunned up
They don't wanna see me with my crown and be a king
They don't wanna see me

I'm so scandalous
Ms. Olivia Pope
Counting my bread by the loaf
Let's make a toast
Forever doing the most
Bitch I feel like I'm the goat
I'm driving

shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear
We haven't got time!

Bum-bum-bum-da-da da-da
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum bum-ba

How's it coming?

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