Lyrics:
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, daddy love you too
And you took the bread
Giving thanks to the father yeyeye
And you broke the bread
Sharing round the table yeyeye
I want your body
I want your body
I
dem 6s
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a back pack
I'm in it for
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies that's
and provides
Amen, amen! We are healed by the Bread of life
Amen, amen! We are one in the Body of Christ
We are one in the Body of Christ
This is the Body
Winner Ron, rubberband bringing
Bread Winner Films, Imma shoot ya
Shot by Spencer on the roof
AMG, big body coupe
Passing through the ghetto, they
divisions soon to cease
Draw us the nearer each to each, we plead
By drawing all to thee, O Prince of Peace
Thus may we all one bread, one body be
Through
The guns sprayin' with or without you
Make your body whistle without you, Young!
I'm still official without you
Still that nigga all the
Bitches whisper
that
I count toes, I flow hoes, I slang hoes, these skank hoes
Head first, a for sure, and bread first, a no no
To the room after my show, don't
my girl
She stays close on every bend
Ooh, she's a killing machine
She got everything
Like a moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love
bread with the enemy
Karma catch up that's a penalty
You better pray i show empathy
Bourne I have supremacy
Wilford that's a prodigy
Insight like
That make her rider (yeah)
Say put that TEC (yeah)
Right by her eyes (yeah)
She keep it wet (yeah)
She passed my test (yeah)
I count my check (yeah)
Where Were You Baby? - (Josh White)
As recorded by Donmclean
I looked through every barroom
And I searched from coast to coast
You were scarce
that bread been straight, we shaking dank
Baby I'ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay
Grew up with seen poor, 'til I seen poor
Went east
Everything I do, I be ten steps ahead (ten)
My youngin' got them bodies, he still piss in the bed
Keep the code of silence, don't repeat what I
decade
You left me roses by the bed
I tried to answer with our love's shibboleth
You pulled you in and then you let me give you head
And then you asked me
bankroll, my money, my money, my money
And where my money? Young nigga's gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like I
skii the great Gatsby
I told her dont you at me
She said 42 shot me
Now she in the mood probably
I heard you got you a few bodies
But they hit the old
of God."
"I am the Bread; I am the Lamb."
"This bread that is broken for you
Is My body given to you
This cup that is poured out for you
Is the new
I'm private
Little bitch I'm hot, like I'm a Taki
I knock it out, pussy, just like I'm Rocky
I got a bunch of wings surrounding my body
Get it,
Shout out to my sisters
Ashley and Lynn
Vina I miss you
Still not over it
My mind stay goin
This weed I'm Blowin
On my way and I know it
Gotta keep my
Yeah, okay
AshleyBGA
Okay
They said AshleyBGA, yeah you're always writing basic ish
About to speed it up and really show you I don't play with this
to hearin'
We break bread with the [Incomprehensible], thick ass bitch with the tits
And the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language
the name up, no Bread Gang, it's the Loaf (boyz)
Only reason I'm droppin' a mixtape is 'cuz I still give em hope (preach)
Perfect timin', flawless
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