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Bread Winners [feat. Young Butta]

by Young Thug

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I know that I’m making a killing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s I come through fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding They dig all the shit that I’m kicking I just bought my bitch some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin' We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice Nigga jewelry water, need to float it Make some bad bitches fuck my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it They run me through, I probably got warrants In the back of the back, uh Burning OG out of Backwoods I just dancing diamonds, racing Balmain Lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration Lobster never tasted Missed Thanksgiving, I was in Miami I was on ocean, I was on vacation In the best speed, 120 racing AP on the right, shit was like the Matrix In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship I’m flexing, got muscle like Popeye But fighter [?] no bitch that is not I I’m [?] go tell the roof bye bye Then remove the lid at the stoplight With my side bitches at Benihana’s Brung her sister, her bestie, her mama Told ‘em tab is on me, yeah I got ‘em And I pay the bill all in new hundreds Now that is real colorful money Spikes on me, they drip at the bottom She want Thug, and her friend is a toss up I know that I’m making a killing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s I come through fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding They dig all the shit that I’m kicking I just bought my bitch some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin' We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice Nigga jewelry water, need to float it Make some bad bitches fuck my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta She say she want a cat So I went bought a Jag And it match in the back Make these bitches look sad I just dyed my hair grey Like a motherfucking dad And you know that we feastin’ I just couldn’t get fat Mind fuck ‘em when I speak Take the Farrakhan notes My rock wrist is on gold, like the new hundred spokes Niggas scared to they soul When I pull up with folks I’ma take all the [?] Put it right in her throat And you know I stay with them AKs and I should’ve caught ‘em Mane fuck 'em he shouldn't have played 'bout the butta I only play inside the cover Like a kid I make them play with eachother And I'm ridin' round with a real bad bitch Oops I meant girl, cover I know that I’m making a killing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s I come through fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding They dig all the shit that I’m kicking I just bought my bitch some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin' We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice Nigga jewelry water, need to float it Make some bad bitches fuck my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta I know that I’m making a killing My coupe got them stars in the ceiling My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s I come through fresh like John Lennon My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding They dig all the shit that I’m kicking I just bought my bitch some new titties You take out these pictures, you bogus We gon’ turn your ass until you tollin' We gon’ ice your ass down ‘til you folded Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice Nigga jewelry water, need to float it Make some bad bitches fuck my brody I eat crabs, fish, and that that Chipotle They got lots of bread, I’m

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