SahBabii - Bread Head (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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SahBabii - Bread Head (en) Lyrics
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Long live the Demon, he gon'
come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed
some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I
do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-
five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread
head, ayy (Bread head)
Play it in the back of my head a
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 dance on the battlefield,
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 ones gone
He not a killer, it's the drugs
Turn a nigga block to
a motherfucking rug
You can't hide in the city,
we know every club
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
We don't give no fuck 'bout
what they doing, so why
they worried 'bout us?
Your mans was in the street, you wasn't
gangster, on the curb hollering
You said you bust who head? Nigga, who
dead? We ain't heard 'bout you
It's gon' be some shit coming
behind that body, I'm
droppin' turds 'bout em
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 'bout my bros, 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
Sent the 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?
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