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Yeah, A-Rod, what you cookin'
Draco, 96, yeah, we do it
Got me some shooters, I tell them to noodle
Noodle a nigga for bread crumbs

We knock if you

the feeling of needing not accepting bread crumbs
I need pesticide shit that's bugging me has to die before I end up the dead one
Want a passive life I'm not

home alive
I feel for my niggas
They got feelings too
Can't get a 9 to 5
They labeled criminals
Eating bread crumbs
Ain't nothing left to do
They took

Cause nobody can reach my level
Me and my girl got so much bread
We drop bread crumbs Hansel and Gretel
Shawty call me daddy
Cause I spoil her like a brat

boy I'm ahead of that
You fell off with me, you just Backtracked
There's no bread crumbs on this pass
Guess you thought that Nike would Pay for your

we smokin' to relax, not just to get numb
I made dinner, ate all the bread, and I still saved my bread crumbs

I see that new hoodie, I gotta cop

Breaking the bread we don't fight over bread crumb
Critic gone talk but my flow is a ten though
Do it for the fam kinfolk
Got the upper hand layup
I been

weather suede, they look like Supras
Way different than what ya used to styling, profiling
I'm laughing follow the bread crumbs all the way to the bank

a boss, turned some bread crumbs into big cake

On some good gas, feelin' like I'm about to levitate
Ridin' my way, but can't deal with the current, see
I

Fall Back
For Bread Crumbs
Same day you stop giving fucks
Is when the Bread come

Just to come alive I had
To go ahead and dead some
Left one or maybe

blow smoke
We went our separate ways but you are welcome to the party Pop Smoke
I tried with bread crumbs but it didn't work
Let me try with Benjamins

the moonlight!
With banana bread crumbs, stuck to his nose,
And an MP5 blaring, where the music flows!
Dot WAVs and MP5s, his rhythm and rhyme,
He's the master

Sing for Your Supper

The Mamas & the Papas

Deliver

1967

Now is the time to
Sing 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

to take one
Swear that
(I won't mind)
I'm getting hella every day son
Making bread while you stay crumbs
Yeah I pack a punch like the
Motherfucking Ray-Gun,

Yeah
Dropping bread crumbs, leaving trails behind, you know
But never leading to anything
As usual, reporting live from La Verriere
Easy...
Ah, ah,

pigeons ass bitches getting bread crumbs 
I talk that shit cause I walk that shit 
If a bitch don't like me, probably fought that bitch 
I'm bud with

Now I’m getting bread crumbs all up in my pockets
These bird bitches wanna eat up on all my profits
Drippin with the same lizards I be with the slime

but you never lost hope
Given bread crumbs
Still made a Deaj Loaf
Ain’t a thing thing in this world that you can’t do
You a trend to the world

the world
I'll linger here 'till your hand grows cold

Every now and then 
Doctor Bill's at the door
I'm just a small bread crumb
Surrounded by crows
My

And I make that money cum
In that race like Donald Trump
We came from the fucking slumps
And we can't have no bread crumbs
Want that whole loaf nigga
So

of pigment and text strung in his path
Like so many liquid bread crumbs on a map
If he strays from home his pen name will get him back
He’s painted the city

Don’t wanna fuck cuz I think I might catch sum
Screaming bout murder but you ain you a dead bum
Niqqa to soft feed him last give him bread crumbs
Fuck her

people get him mad
Earth go 

Quake Shake and bake
Leave that mother fucker
bread crumbs
Got Scooby snacks 
Am I smoking crack
No longer go to plugs
But

loaf 
I fuck a bread crumb 
Just mind yo business
Take care yo children
Do what u gotta do
Move when you gotta move 
'Cause you not average
& you don't