ฟังเพลงBread Winners (feat. Young Butta) (Explicit)

Bread Winners (面包赢家) (Explicit) - Young Thug/Young Butta

Know what I'm sayin' it's a bread it you know

You know we the bread winners know I'm sayin'

I need some butter know I'm sayin' shout out to a motherf**kin' b

I got on the ap sh*t go together know I'm sayin' forever ahh

I know that I'm making a killing

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling

My niggas go brazy no ritaling

Ap b**ch 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 sh*t that I'm kicking

I just bought my b**ch some new titties

You take out these pictures you bogus

We gon' turn your a** until you tollin'

We gon' ice your a** down til you folded

Kick that b**ch off the boat with no notice

Ni**a jewelry water need to float it

Make some bad b**ches f**k my brody

I eat crabs fish and that chipotle

They got lots of bread I'ma call butta

Three chopsticks I paid a stack for it

They run me through I probably got warrants

In the back of the 'bach ugh

Burning og out of backwoods

Not just dancing diamonds racing balmain

Lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration

Lobster never tasted

Missed thanksgiving I was in miami

I was on ocean I was on vacation

In the benz speed 120 racing

Ab in a rari sh*t was like the matrix

In and out of lanes weaving in the spaceship

I'm flexing got muscle like popeye

But fight over a b**ch no that is not I

I'm him I'm gon' tell the roof bye bye

Then remove the lid at the stoplight

With my side b**ches at benihana's

Brung her sister her bestie her mama

Told em tab is on me yeah I got em

And I pay the bill all in new hundreds

Now that is real colorful money

Spikes on me they drip at the bottom

She want thug and her friend is a toss up

I know that I'm making a killing

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling

My niggas go brazy no ritaling

Ap b**ch 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 sh*t that I'm kicking

I just bought my b**ch some new titties

You take out these pictures you bogus

We gon' turn your a** until you tollin'

We gon' ice your a** down til you folded

Kick that b**ch off the boat with no notice

Ni**a jewelry water need to float it

Make some bad b**ches f**k my brody

I eat crabs fish and that chipotle

They got lots of bread I'ma call butta

She say she want a cat

So I went bought the jag

And it match in the back

Make these b**ches look sad

I just dyed my hair grey

Like a motherf**king dad

And you know that we feastin'

I just couldn't get fat

Mind f**k em when I speak

Take the farrakhan notes

My rock wrist is on gold

Like the new audi spokes

Niggas scared to they soul

When I pull up with folks

I'ma take out the trojans put it right in her throat

And you know I stay with them aks and I should've caught em

Mind f**k 'em he shouldn't have played 'bout the butta

I only play inside the cover

Like a kid make them play with each other

And I'm ridin' round with a real bad b**ch

Oops I meant girl cover

I know that I'm making a killing

My coupe got them stars in the ceiling

My niggas go brazy no ritaling

Ap b**ch 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 sh*t that I'm kicking

I just bought my b**ch some new titties

You take out these pictures you bogus

We gon' turn your a** until you tollin'

We gon' ice your a** down til you folded

Kick that b**ch off the boat with no notice

Ni**a jewelry water need to float it

Make some bad b**ches f**k 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 ritaling

Ap b**ch 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 sh*t that I'm kicking

I just bought my b**ch some new titties

You take out these pictures you bogus

We gon' turn your a** until you tollin'

We gon' ice your a** down til you folded

Kick that b**ch off the boat with no notice

Ni**a jewelry water need to float it

Make some bad b**ches f**k my brody

I eat crabs fish and that chipotle

They got lots of bread I'ma call butta