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ak bandamont - bread gettin' كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ak bandamont, n_gga, i get bands a lot, n_gga, you know that

[chorus]
uh, b_tch, i been bread_gettin’
you’d probably be in your bag if you saved more and did less spendin’
i’m on the road, got pounds stuffed in the frame—i’m finna check engine
just got these clean four slabs from the eastside, i’m goin’ west with ’em

uh, b_tch, i been bread_gettin’
you’d probably be in your bag if you saved more and did less spendin’
i’m on the road, got pounds stuffed in the frame—i’m finna check engine
just got these clean four slabs from the eastside, i’m goin’ west with ’em

[verse]
just popped these two dumb n_ggas on the eastside, i’m goin’ west with it
i shoot one shot and it go straight through your body—take out your chest with it
i started steppin’ on work and quit my job, because that check different
you n_ggas move too fast, i play my pieces right—this chess, n_gga
i pray to god, get blessed up cookin’ dope—this a blessed kitchen
made 50 out that b_tch and burned it down—on to the next kitchen
this b_tch ain’t used in months, she started withdrawin’, she felt her neck itchin’
this b_tch shot up a point and hit the ground ‘cause she need rest, n_gga
this n_gga went down with one n_gga who solid, but the rest snitchin’
i got a slab that’s way too overweight—i’m finna treadmill it
this lil’ b_tch need white, i crushed pills—i’m finna advil it
my dawg just called, got pounds, he on the way—i’m finna vac_seal it
if you seen the sh_t i seen, how i came up—it can’t get that realer
one of my fiends od’d back in ‘09, he looked like mac miller
my n_gga doin’ life—i don’t like rats, if he a rat, k!ll him
i shoot that b_tch one time and files come out—just say the mac k!lled him
i put you in the dirt and files come out—i shoulda dug deeper
i can be the reason your life end—b_tch, i’m the thug reaper
i was in the class, teacher let me f_ck—that’s why i love teachers
was at a football game, b_tch gave me neck—that’s why i love bleachers
ugh, that b_tch said, “f_ck needles,”
until i showed her ice—she shot it up, this b_tch on sub_zero
she usually f_ck with hard, now it got stronger—this b_tch love diesel
ion gotta shake no hands to make these bands—i feel like, “f_ck people.”
[chorus]
uh, b_tch, i been bread_gettin’
you’d probably be in your bag if you saved more and did less spendin’
i’m on the road, got pounds stuffed in the frame—i’m finna check engine
just got these clean four slabs from the eastside, i’m goin’ west with ’em

- ak bandamont

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