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dion velasco - bread كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: dion velasco]

three hunnid thou margiella my sneakers
a lot of lean man im coming with liters
a drako extended i pull up with heaters
i whip up a brick off my wrist egg beater
bricks to the ice stacking up to the ceiling
f-ck a stripper hoe i pay them no feeling
i wet up the block with my team have you squealing
fishing for money i just started swimming
pull up to your crib and i empty a clip
im friendly with activis dont even sip
a big boy ak yeah it come with a grip
i dont do no cuffin i smash and i dip
nothing but og cookies in my vip
get in my p-ssenger seat take a trip
finessed on your hoe i kissed her on the lip
frozen water on my neck watch it drip

[verse 2: alex g]

serving your b-tch like serving subpoenas
not paying to f-ck, not paying to feed her
f-cking d-mn sauce on bread that’s of pita
just want a masterpiece b-tch man that’s frida
vegeta but colder like frieza
my flow is so foreign it’s measured in liters
yeah
i am the reaper, not brothers keeper
stick to your p-ssy -ss games like a leapster
back on the track, strapped with a flak
jacket i have for you jack-rabbit -ss
comp-ssionate f-gs, half in a bag
that and a -ss in the back of the jag
i’m past all the trash, rappers that brag
half of them -ss, half of them blast
whole cast past they last released -ss
get their f-cking -ss d-mn under the gr-ss
i’m back with the grump
stunt donald trump cuz i front with the blunt
skunk on the trunk
runts ran us out cuz we punks and we flunk on an everyday jump
yeah

[verse 3: baby lean]

4:22 when i lace up my shoe
i’ll catch you in a few and i’ll shoot like pew-pew
smoking that gas can’t hear what you smoke
pour me a four and i’m counting this dough
smoking that spinach i’m feeling real high
hit on your b-tch then i tell her bye bye
roll me a ‘gar i ride with trapstar
hop out the car and i’ll leave you with scars
pull up where you stay and i’ll spray the ak
don’t call me bae bae i’ll leave the next day
band in my sock and it look like a rock
pull out that glock and i’ll leave you to rot
at the trap spot and your hoe gave me top
gave me that top while i’m counting this guap
cashing that check i’ll pull up with my tec

- dion velasco

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