| I know that I’m making a killing
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| My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
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| My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
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| AB bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s
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| I come through there fresh like John Lennon
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| My wrist a Hellcat, I’m not kidding
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| They dig all the shit that I’m kicking
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| I just bought my bitch some new titties
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| You take out these pictures, you bogus
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| Wasn’t gon' turn your ass until you told it'
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| Wasn’t gon' ice your ass down ‘til you folded
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| Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
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| Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
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| Make some bad bitches fuck my brodie
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| I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
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| They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta
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| Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it
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| They run me through, I probably got warrants
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| In the back of the 'Bach, ugh
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| Burning OG out of Backwoods
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| Not just dancing, diamonds racing Balmain
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| Lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration
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| Lobster never tasted
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| Missed Thanksgiving, I was in Miami
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| I was on ocean, I was on vacation
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| In the Benz speed, 120 racing
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| AB in a Rari, shit was like the Matrix
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| In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship
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| I’m flexing, got muscle like Popeye
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| But fight over a bitch, no that is not I
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| I’m him, I’m gon' tell the roof bye bye
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| Then remove the lid at the stoplight
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| With my side bitches at Benihana’s
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| Brung her sister, her bestie, her mama
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| Told ‘em tab is on me, yeah I got ‘em
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| And I pay the bill all in new hundreds
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| Now that is real colorful money
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| Spikes on me, they drip at the bottom
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| She want Thug, and her friend is a toss up
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| I know that I’m making a killing
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| My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
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| My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
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| AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s
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| I come through there fresh like John Lennon
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| My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding
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| They dig all the shit that I’m kicking
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| I just bought my bitch some new titties
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| You take out these pictures, you bogus
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| We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
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| We gon' ice your ass down ‘til you folded
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| Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
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| Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
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| Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
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| I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
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| They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta
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| She say she want a cat
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| So I went bought the Jag
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| And it matches the bag
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| Make these bitches look sad
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| I just dyed my hair grey
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| Like a motherfucking dad
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| And you know that we feastin'
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| I just couldn’t get fat
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| Mind fuck ‘em when I speak
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| Take the Farrakhan notes
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| My rock wrist is on gold
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| Like the new Audi spokes
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| Niggas scared to they soul
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| When I pull up with folks
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| I’ma take out the Trojans put it right in her throat
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| And you know I stay with them AKs and I should’ve caught ‘em
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| Mind fuck 'em, he shouldn’t have played 'bout the butta
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| I only play inside the cover
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| Like a kid, make them play with each other
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| And I’m ridin' round with a real bad bitch
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| Oops I meant girl, cover
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| I know that I’m making a killing
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| My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
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| My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
|
| AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s
|
| I come through there fresh like John Lennon
|
| My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding
|
| They dig all the shit that I’m kicking
|
| I just bought my bitch some new titties
|
| You take out these pictures, you bogus
|
| We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
|
| We gon' ice your ass down ‘til you folded
|
| Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
|
| Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
|
| Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
|
| I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
|
| They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta
|
| I know that I’m making a killing
|
| My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
|
| My niggas go brazy, no Ritalin
|
| AP bitch, I’m all bout them Benji’s
|
| I come through there fresh like John Lennon
|
| My wrist a haircut, I’m not kidding
|
| They dig all the shit that I’m kicking
|
| I just bought my bitch some new titties
|
| You take out these pictures, you bogus
|
| We gon' turn your ass until you tollin'
|
| We gon' ice your ass down ‘til you folded
|
| Kick that bitch off the boat with no notice
|
| Nigga jewelry water, need to float it
|
| Make some bad bitches fuck my brody
|
| I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
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| They got lots of bread, I’ma call Butta |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bread Winners, artist - Young Thug. Album song I'm Up, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп