Lyrics:
Came up out the gutta, get my weight up, quick hustle
Had to stack my bread, you know get my cake up
Body full of ice, so you know I'm caked up
got her beggin me
Not to leave but
I'm chasing racks bread cheese
Quick Dub K
Finna buss down my teeth
She feenin for me
Be my biggest pet peeve
really levitate
I'm just gonna get my bread up quick then ima run away
I cannot waste no more life living over here, ya
Man I wanna go and see the world
a WAP, make him bust quick
Get bread, too fed
I said, he said, she said
It's all just hearsay
One hit, you dead
They read, they watched
They heard,
ay
I hate bread, it makes me sick
I hate bread when I chew too quick
I hate bread it causes indigestion
I hate bread it causes a congestion
Ay, ay, ay,
and shit
I'm stackin bread and butter quick
My girl a fuckin' dime
So you can miss me with that fugly shit
You fugly bitch!
Yeah I dyed my hair red
So they
the road for some quick bake bread
And I never hit the T no tetley
I can see you envy me
Wanna be shak 03?
Hope you can learn from me
Its lord of the rings
in the sky
Look, this is the truth
Baby, what I do
Every single day
Feel so dead
But I get the Bread
Move quick, babe yeah, move quick
Ride with me,
of that fuck shit
Talking crazy
My niggas gon gun quick
Talking bread
Now that imma fuck with
All these bitches
Keep making assumptions
I be chillin cause
to that real shit
Raised in J’ville I grew up around pill shit
Tote lead so they might just pull the stick quick
No bread I was whippin’ in a stick shift
Like, whoa
Look at my wrist, my wrist, yeah
Emeralds pulling regions real quick, yeah
Wanna give you bread when I blow up in the web, yeah
Shawty
trying to get over
He wants to share a place
But can't get to know you
Always to busy
No time for a phone call
I'm worth than a quick text
Of feeding me
misreckoning
Son of surly Satan torn asunder
Private number, public urination
We socialize with pundits who encompass all the wrong stuff
I count the bread
ah nigga up might kill em and his twin
Later that day might go fuck on his kin
Gwap got the sticks ima need that quick
Start getting bread they gone
impossible pain beyond measure
Sheisty living brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear,
Bitch, I'm a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Ring came from Russia, spread you like mustard
Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on
Quick and my
brought him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin' your ice grill (grill)
Tragedies,
Get my bread from my brain
Lyrics written by pain
Pick myself up I need a change
I'm a winner not a lame
Psychopathic memory lane
Never brag when
after paper all I know is run Money Marathon
This here ain't a game to me
Gotta get my bread quick so quit playing wit me
Gotta stack my money right so
the answer to all
Its nothin new on this Earth that revolves
Soap bubbles
Fly
Things come and go
Always quick to dissolve
Bread winner
Thorough bread
Yes my
night
To do shit that you won't like, let's go
Fuck wit 'em, turn up dead for bag, bitches and bread
And we mash quick in a drought and blast
bites my ear, it's just for fun
And I believe her when she says, "I'm glad we never wed"
Better off with the butter than the bread
Then quick, before she
him to his last bread (bread)
Life changed around quick to one stead (stead)
Face full of fear, conquerin your ice grill (grill)
Tragedies, put him
still stuck in your deal?"
Man, fuck it
I ain't really that pressed, y'know
I just needed some bread right quick
Get out my situation, y'know niggas was
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