| I see a lot of man talking this bread, I can see it in your eyes you’re gonna
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| break fast
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| Serve the sauce on the platter you can have it how you want it got theses
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| niggas playing catch up
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| Played yourself trying to be the G.O.A.T., turned out to be a goat
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| Got my young boy with me and you wanna burn a boy and make a racket with a smoke
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| She loving me presence
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| Even though me never come with no presents
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| Me still a gift
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| She love me ever since
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| She hear me heaven sent, oh lord, oh lord
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| She tell me what she miss
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| 'Cause she know me never miss Red Stripe or a Guinness
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| When me start me na finish
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| Me put mi heart inna this
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| You no say me a inna the gazza
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| She no say me dash way the class A
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| Chain pon my neck that ah always
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| Batty like Kim me a Kanye
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| But if she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them other man there
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them other man there
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them baggaman there
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them other man there
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| Oh Lord, oh Lord
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| She see the top on telly
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| She want a cock in her belly
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| Me tell her tuck in her belly
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| Before me jump in her belly
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| And give her fuck in her belly, oh lord, oh lord
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| Way up there
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| This whine make me wan' play up there
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| So high make me wan' pray up there
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| One night make me just lay up there
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| Ride or die
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| You told me that you’ll never leave me
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| Now you’re coming like you wanna leave me
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| Why you wanna do that
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| Ride or die
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| You told me that you’ll never leave me
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| Now you’re coming like you wanna leave me
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| Why you wanna do that
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them baggaman there
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them other man there
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them baggaman there
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| If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
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| Me no move like them other man there
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| Oh lord, oh lord
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| Ride or die
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| Ride till the wheels fall off, yeah
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| Praise to the most high all, yeah
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| This why the team so strong, cause you’re my ride
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| Ride or die
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| All my life
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| Ride till the wheels fall off, yeah
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| Praise to the most high all, yeah
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| This why the team so strong, cause you’re my ride
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| Take a picture for me
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| I couldn’t picture this, they’re taking pictures of me
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| Instead of shooting at me, that’s ironic
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| I’m done with the dungeon but I’m from it
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| So if I let you die then that’s diabolic
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| So I’m killin' it instead I got the bill, my niggas billing it instead
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| No divide, I’m paying dividends with them
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| Women give me head, that’s why there’s women on my head
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| Her belly’s full on Ramadan but I’m a Christian instead, oh yeah
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| I see a lot of man talking this bread, I can see it in your eyes you’re gonna
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| break fast
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| Serve the sauce on the platter you can have it how you want it got theses
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| niggas playing catch up
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| Played yourself trying to be the G.O.A.T., turned out to be a goat
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| Got my young boy with me and you wanna burn a boy and make a racket with a smoke
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| You’re rude
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| Gwan bout your business nuh man
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| You’re too rude, you must behave yourself
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| Come out nuh, which part of you are a Christian
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| You are not a Christian, cah I here your words dem what yuh say
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| GET OUT HERE
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| Here dem now
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| Get out, get out
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| Why you come in here and war with me for
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| Behave yourself before I slap you
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| Slap who
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| You
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| You don’t know this women yet
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| You gon' lick me down
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| Im gonna box off the damn glasses off of yuh face
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| Ah true
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| Yes, if you wrenk, if you wrenk with me you damn feisty wretch you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break-Fast, artist - Wretch 32. Album song FR32, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп