เนื้อเพลง Bread Winners - Young Thug

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ศิลปิน Young Thug | ร่วมร้อง Young Butta | เพิ่มเมื่อ 18 กุมภาพันธ์ 2559

เนื้อเพลง Bread Winners

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My n*ggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP b*tch, 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*tch 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 b*tch off the boat with no notice
N*gga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad b*tches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'ma call B*tta

[Verse 1 - Young B*tta:]
Three chopsticks, I paid a stack for it
They run me through, I probably got warrants
In the back of the Bach, uh
Burning OG out of Backwoods
I 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 best speed, 120 racing
AP on the right, sh*t was like the Matrix
In and out of lanes, weaving in the spaceship
I'm flexing, got muscle like Popeye
But fighter [?] that is not I
I'm [?] go tell the roof bye bye
Then remove the lid at the stoplight
With my side b*tches 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

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My n*ggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP b*tch, 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*tch 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 b*tch off the boat with no notice
N*gga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad b*tches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'ma call B*tta

[Verse 2 - Young Thug:]
She say she want a cat
So I went bought a Jag
And it match in the back
Make these b*tches look sad
I just dyed my hair grey
Like a motherf*cking dad
And you know that we feastin'
I just couldn't get fat
Mind f*ck 'em when I speak
Take the Farrakhan notes
My rock wrist is on gold
Like the new Audi spokes
N*ggas 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*ck 'em, he shouldn't have played 'bout the b*tta
I only play inside the cover
Like a kid I make them play with each other
And I'm ridin' round with a real bad b*tch
Oops I meant girl, cover

[Hook - Young Thug:]
I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My n*ggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP b*tch, 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*tch 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 b*tch off the boat with no notice
N*gga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad b*tches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'ma call B*tta

I know that I'm making a killing
My coupe got them stars in the ceiling
My n*ggas go brazy, no Ritalin
AP b*tch, I'm all bout them Benji's
I come through 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*tch 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 b*tch off the boat with no notice
N*gga jewelry water, need to float it
Make some bad b*tches f*ck my brody
I eat crabs, fish, and that Chipotle
They got lots of bread, I'm-

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