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I need bread ah
Bread ah
Niggas tryna mess with my cheddar
Plenty stress for my head ah
Imma need some head for the stress
I need bread ah
Bread ah

And they can't help themselves
They need the world to hear me
It's fucked up, the population's mind shackled up
By some are mesmerized by a fucking pimp

Formally most bread was made in the home
But it took experience and a lot of hard work to turn out good bread every time
Though no man dost live by

Bang bang pow pow

[Chorus]
My money right (my money, money), my bread good (good, good)
Shawty loving (wassup, girl?), that head good!
Bang, bang,

Light Up the Spliff

Bone-Ified

Thug Smoke Out

side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it

Broke ass nigga a bum
He needa get off his bum
Yea that's yo thot, but she
Play with my cum, yea, yea
She giving top making me look at her dumb

lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Zaza make it pierce my lungs
Why these raps niggas look like bums
Boy you sit down, you

GXD
Counting up hundreds till they make me pull out the ones
Feeling like a magician the way I got her by my tongue
Eat her out till she goes numb

they Tryna find me wish em luck (ay)
How you bout the commas but you constantly a bum (ay)
If im countin profit then I prolly got it done
Less go I told

gone come
I cop a new freezer like every month
And fuck all the bums I'm smoking on krump
Body to ground you hearing a thump
My mental so numb they

blink i leave crumbs
Damn
My heart beat go with the beat and the drums yea
Your thoughts weak you competing with bums
Ain’t got no hate in my heart but i

you left instead
Never been the chasin kind, unless its dough or its some bread
Putting pieces of my heart back together, you left em in shreads
Said

(Word)
(BinHavin)
(Mhmm)
I'm with the Slime's! 48 em (Word)
Put ya bread on the table(Word)
My niggas pop shit, don't got to pay em
Rumors went

remember I used to be a bum they Used to laugh at me
Now I got my racks up and they mad At me
Even though I stress her out I keep Her mad happy
And when I

Bitch I am brutal I will cut off your head
What is you on bruh your homie is dead
I’m counting these hundreds I’m counting the bread
Keep fucking

who shot ya
Keep clicking and clicking, get by a shotta
(Keep clicking and clicking and clicking)
Look
Moving militant, up in these streets (Uh)
Fucking

dining by yourself nigga promise I'm only after cheese
Running to that bag
Before that bread I was an athlete
I'll run off wit ya sack
I swear to god don't

some glasses
And an outfit if it matches
I am that boy, that's throwing bread
I'm the head and main attraction
Stop Capping my bread you cannot cap it

got it out the kitchen
I'll elevate your bum ass career, with my mention
Dawg mad so I hit his bitch and doubled up the tension (haha)
Dropped

Can’t break bread with a bum
Who got none to spend
Girlfriend pay for
Them fucking wheels you spin
Steady claiming that you hustlin’
Tryna be a man

good tits, got chest fuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Riding in a Porsche Carrera
I need to get my bread up, yeah
Shawty gon fuck my head up
Fucked that hoe

an old bum
Let me show you how I'm stepping smooth
I'm the baker leaving no crumbs
Sweeping up all of these little yutes
Bars sticking like some old gum
In

(We are His body)
We are His body
Cleansed by His blood
We have forgiveness
Forever loved
Bread in Bethlehem
(He is the Bread of Life)
Bread in

YOU’RE THE BREAD FROM HEAVEN

YOU CROWNED ME WITH YOUR LOVE
GAVE EVERLASTING LIFE
YOU ARE THE BREAD OF LIFE
YOU’RE THE BREAD FROM HEAVEN

BY YOUR STRIPES