| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one
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| Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one
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| Me and my lil ho, we be out in public
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| Catchin' feelin’s, I be fuckin' ho without the rubber
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| Kick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brother
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| Disrespect me, I’ma die, that’s just how I’m comin'
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| Shots fired, they playin', they just might hit me
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| Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'em
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| Catch you with your clique and do somethin' bad
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| Talkin' shit that you was talkin' on the 'Gram
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| My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman
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| They gon' let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin'
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| Success is nothin', I’m thuggin', I’m goin' out my mind
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| When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside
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| Talkin' bout me bad to Ciana but it’s obvious
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| Cause I’m gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' property
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| I’m the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said it
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| Why you mad at Kevin Gates? |
| Ain’t you gettin' paper
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Got it out the mud and I got it hard
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| All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Got it out the mud and I got it hard
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| All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
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| Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
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| Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
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| Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
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| Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
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| Lookin' mark at me, that fraud, I’m bout to step on somethin'
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| Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin'
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| Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks?
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| Shoutout everybody in the working cell block
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| Me and Molly with the 30 round Glock
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| Breadwinner Ron party rockin' non-stop
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| Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don’t hear ya
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| Note to self, them niggas ain’t really fuckin' witcha
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| Note to self, them niggas been gettin' comfortable
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| Rap your ass off when you tired, that shit’ll humble you
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| I don’t get tired, when you tired it come from under you
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| Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do
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| Cocaine in the streets, MC Hammer
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| Bumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandana
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| C-Loc nigga, concentration camp anthem
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| Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Got it out the mud and I got it hard
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| All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Got it out the mud and I got it hard
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| All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
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| Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella
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| Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Got it out the mud and I got it hard
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| All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner
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| Got it out the mud and I got it hard
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| All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought I Heard (Bread Winners' Anthem), artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Islah, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп