Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bread Head , by - SahBabii. Release date: 26.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bread Head |
| Long live to Demon, he gon' come back from the dead |
| I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head |
| Pull up on your block like I do |
| I just caught a body I need four five bullets |
| Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head |
| Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head |
| Played it in the back of my head couple times, see if I’m wrong |
| Spin this bitch one more time, let’s see if they gone |
| Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone |
| I got dicks on all of my guns, they pussy, let’s see if they moan |
| When it’s time to dash all up out the field, we leaving our phones |
| Don’t come outside with that fake gangster shit, leave it at home |
| Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome |
| The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first one gone |
| He not a killer, it’s the drugs |
| Turn a nigga block to a motherfucking run |
| You can’t hide in the city, we know every cut |
| Slide on them bitches, they bloody and shitty |
| He got a hundred, he got a fifty |
| Run through boxes of bullets tryna fill up these titties |
| I might spin a block with him then spin him, this shit get tricky |
| Long live to Demon, he gon' come back from the dead |
| I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head |
| Pull up on your block like I do |
| I just caught a body I need four five bullets |
| Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head |
| Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head |
| We don’t give no fucks 'bout what they doing so why they worried 'bout us? |
| Your mans was in the street, you wasn’t gangster on the curve |
| You said you bust who head? |
| Nigga, who dead? |
| We ain’t heard 'bout you |
| It’s gon' be some shit coming out that body, I’m droppin' turds 'bout it |
| I’m fuckin' this bitch and spreadin' them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink |
| Dick riding keep gettin' them niggas killed, I love when them hoes link |
| Blackout fuck around get a darker skin color |
| I only ride with niggas that’s tryna change your skin color |
| Yeah, bread on his head tryna make a nigga wonder |
| Send a nigga up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder |
| When we pull up on them niggas, I’ma leave a fucking puddle |
| And if a nigga fold, that’s out of my control, you know |
| Long live to Demon, he gon' come back from the dead |
| I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head |
| Pull up on your block like I do |
| I just caught a body I need four five bullets |
| Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head |
| Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head |