Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breakfast, artist - Ground Up. Date of issue: 21.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Breakfast |
| Lord forgive me, I’m talking reckless |
| She from Philly, but her ass from Texas |
| Bad bitch, she gon' make me breakfast (x2) |
| Lord forgive me, I’m talking reckless |
| She hate me but she love my necklace |
| Bad bitch, she gon' make me breakfast (x2) |
| Eleven in the morning, chillin' with a Sarah |
| Might’ve been a Tara, didn’t really care-a |
| Know I had to roll up, |
| tap her on the shoulder |
| Bed over there but we slept on the sofa |
| Bed over there but we fucked in the cab ride back to the crib |
| That’s backwards and shit |
| She woke up horny, did a nigga laundry |
| Made a nigga breakfast, I was kinda hungry |
| She ain’t even eat though, said she on a diet |
| Pussy was a riot, how could I deny it? |
| So inspired, when I’m inside her |
| She a roughrider, never hold back, and she never too tired |
| Got no man but she could be lying, could be spying |
| Wanna be an actress, never really made it |
| But she still trying, she still trying |
| Ahem, with the bacon on the side |
| Friends with benefits cause she know what I provide |
| Got her in bed then I slid it inside, says she always loves it when I hit it |
| from the side |
| Besides, I ain’t never lied |
| On the way back home she blew me in her ride |
| First things first, let me tell you about the vibe |
| On point, I about died |
| Look, flippin' eggs her ass is twitching, cooking naked in the kitchen |
| Bro this verse it isn’t fiction, |
| I’m just feeding her addiction |
| Yeah, while she feeding me bacon, think it’ll never work out seeing she’s taken |
| Eating in the house of the dude she’s dating, that’s a lucky man |
| No I ain’t even hatin' |
| I state the facts, I stay relaxed |
| My bitch so bad, you will pay for that |
| We fucked till the sunset, fade to black |
| Wearing nothing but her heels and a Raider hat |
| She’s laid back, no makeup on, shawty still so fly |
| Cause my chick just fill my belly up, my bitch don’t kill my vibe |
| I like the way she stay by me, she weighs my weed |
| And she knows when I’m not myself, fake I. D |
| C’est la vie, that’s just life |
| She’s just right, does that dirt but she clean up nice |
| Smoke and sex, no regrets |
| Just this once I’ll be gone by lunch, damn |