Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get That Bread, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Rise To Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.10.2008
Record label: Suave House II
Song language: English
Get That Bread |
I was moving major work when I vibed on the street |
Razor blades on the jag raise a blade in the cheek shit sweet |
I quit sleeping in the streets it’s all complete now |
Big house, new car, nice watch made man, airplane |
Got a hand in every pot |
We pan every cock,? |
can every shot it all comes to meet now |
The judgment don’t wanna fuck with get your touch bitch |
I’m focused, flyin'? |
snortin' on foes, seeking beef |
Smoking murder on the Don, you don’t wanna see me |
I pull the seemie in 3D the first 3B freebies, wanna ?? |
Carol city raised, Carol city raised,? |
on the booby boys Carol city days |
The game on you, can you stand on your own two? |
Hundred and thirty murders, my dawg comin' home too |
I shake the feds like a dice game |
Raised by the OGs shoot a precise aim |
Besides game ice all on my bright lane |
Keep the heart top, cuz you never know my mind frame |
Yeah, keep my eyes on the forecast |
? |
rise too high and that’s your ass |
That’s your bad nigga I ain’t new to this |
Take your head off tryin' to play me all sorts of stupid shit |
Ask Ludacris? |
I’m finally gettin' stupid rich |
And with a kryptonite chain on we the super? |
I got a gangster team |
That’ll aim any stupid nigga scheme to separate me from queen |
Man let’s squad the ultimate regime, ?? |
got a? |
And I sink you can call me? |
126s yell sippin' ?? |
Now niggas know me, I’d be on a motherfucking block |
Beat a bitch on the plot with a Glock and a wife beater |
Post about white reeger for you high-head can’t believe my pistol got a |
heatseeker |
So if you think about a plot you’d better think deeper |
Or you’ll end up old news like my first beeper |
You ain’t even got a? |
I’m a reaper |
Night creeper, ??? |
white people |
Niggas don’t? |
play no games |
I can stress this enough I don’t fuck with lames |
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hollerin' about he insane |
Watch how sane he gonna' get, watch how I snatch his? |
I put pussies in their place |
In their place they settle their bet not up in my face |
A lot of niggas fake, but not in my case |
Niggas can’t floss, not in my space |