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winnin
Nonstop with the vision
Cook up
Mommas kitchen
Whip it up
Whip it up
Got to the bread like Addition
Flip it up
Flip it up
Pass on the med no

wit?
Go get me some bread (bread)
If we is beefing (beefing)
Go get me the bread 

Who is these niggas
Who is these bitches
Who is these niggas
Who is

on the scene then I just come and woo that
Hop out the Benz bitches be like who that
She with her friends and the nasty she gone do that 
Chasing bread like

on the web, Peter Parker
She in my head, when I go to bed
On top of my bread like I'm cold cuts
Sick in the head, but I don't take meds
I run from the feds

Stony Island
Come around in my hood and them niggas wildin'
Fuck around wit' their bread and it's gettin' violent
I'm a beast from ova' East homey ask

gotta break the bread
Man gotta set a table
Man never getting fed
Get it one loaf can't feed my fam
Got no reason to be broke if you still got a life

breaking my wrist
I'm in the back counting paper hun
Daily law breaker hun
Big bread stacker hun
Real cash maker
Im the real last rapper
Ghetto ass singer

get me some old bread
I'm tryna get me some new money
I'm tryna run up some racks
She let me hit from the back
And I know she liking that, yeah
She let

All I See Is Green Run The RedLight
Ima keep on grindin til the bread rite
All I’m wit is ken, and we air tight
“Game” better play it Rite
“Work” ima

bread sugar ma koko
Ehame life ehame nuku
Today I be star ame shan me photo
Me life yԑ movie Sam Loku bↄ me din ma me

Only you I go praise oh amen
Give

like some Filas
Resurrection of the pimp
Yea that pimp shit on the re rise
All I spit is pure No fucking re rock
We stack bread and smack bitches thats

I'm a hothead
My girl just dipped, yeah I got head
Email from Apple, I got bread
Gang gang, yeah I rep my set
Paul McCartney, I'm a rockstar
Sippin'

Fee, fie, fo, fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

Stay out of sight, Jack,

After all I've done 
I don't deserve this love 
That's why
I show up Sunday morning 
Break the bread and 
Take the cup

I hold my hurt inside 
smile

Man these bitches be hittin my phone
Yeah

Hood niggas call me skateboard p
Always knod my head like yeah that's me
Yeah I'm bout my bread gotta get

a young grind 
I salute niggas getting bread they just wanna see us in the feds 
But we to busy 
Out here getting fed 
I got shooters and loafs of breads 
I

Pimp talk my walk 
Girl i do it 
Yeah 
Them boys just talk 
Girl i'm moving 
Yeah about my bread
That's how I view it 
Yeah 
I got hoes In my phone

I get flirty 
It get to my head
Ain't no conversation 
I just want the bread
And it hurts to see u go 
But u left me on read 
And I'm poing hella 4s

about yo town 
That's the rrecipe, for reputation 
Me and all my homies 
Getting bread like this my reparations 

Work hard never lounge 
Or you get

ain't on shit y'all rocking fake gold 
And I'm bout to stack this bread up like it's legos 
I don't wanna put my foot down on ya threshold 
And my mama

you mean?
Young boy Havana was thinking of schemes
I get the bread, then I split with team (Aye)
Try'n' make it nothing to cop a lil Beam'
Try'n' make

Woaahhh Woahhhh
LETS GET IT!
WOOP, WOOP
Bitch im on my waaay
My way to the top 
Im getting to this Bread
I will never ever stop
Im on my waay
My way

Valentino Sweatshirt new Pradas
Grind Til my Net worth 2 commas
Red Gucci polo wit the blue collar
I get that bread Dolo thats a Few dollars
I’m

betta show ya respek
All of my pockets loaded wit bread
Bitch ass niggas want me gon to da feds
My cup be loaded wit meds
H on my belt I been rockin