Lyrics:
I knew she was just 'bout to say it (just 'bout to say it)
I break her a lil' bread
Don't let that shit go to your head
Huh
Biggest
(Maybach
in the bread you made
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days
I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll
All my niggas T.T.G. they Trained To Go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained To Go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Mummy elo le le yi - bread
Sixty naira
Sixty naira - mummy o kere now, e wo
its not my fault o, ahh
Nigeria e don spoil o
So I thought about it
Windows, doors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables and flowers, bread, wine,
butter and jam, fries, meat, beans and all spices.
i've lost the taste
[Verse 1]
Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
Arm & Hammer Clean on my way
INCENSE
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright 1999
VERSE I
There's nothing like the smell of incense on the morning
Lingering in the air from
body Tahoe, let's ride in some
Put 10 to his head, and I get to my bread
I fill him with lead like
I'm with your girl and we watching a movie
I'm with
the beginning give off an electrical spark
I respect you if you respect me
Everything's for real, WTC
No fake ass shit, don't front the Remy
Break bread, never
He walked 300 miles
Just to bring, to bring me bread
His body like a sculpture
Almost decorated
And I'll wake him
As the dawn does
And we'll
bread"
So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away
If you thought you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace,
Just claimed I
everything
Hey Lisa been hanging by the telephone
Oh Lisa, my Lisa said I want cha body
Said I need, your body
Said I want cha body right now
Said I want cha
yo head high, we might take you up out yo body
Me and my mossy motherfuckers life of the party
Give it to me baby you know what I'm lookin fo'
A super
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
come back from
I hope I never see your face again
In the streets of Old Watez
The daughters of Anun Cortez
Break their bodies for their bread
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Bitch ima killa so push me
Fill his ass up when I empty this fully
They can't over look me
Stood over his body
So know that he understood me
My mind is
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
time start reloadin
Fuckin with my homies, gonna leave you homeless
Drive-by, bodies coolin down but I'm the coldest
I don't need a watch, cuz them
I'm here to steal heaven
A glance of the Living Bread
My eyes are wounded
Adoring my Beloved
God here in hiding, whom I adore
Masked by bare shadows,
Pumpernickel
The mountains smell of sour bread.
At ground level, the mountains smell of bread
I breathe like a wooden woodsman
And blow blue flour
come and boom boom boom
I think her name was Emily
Or maybe it was Ashley
Or maybe it was Maria
It don't matter where we are
I'll come see you tonight
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