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kritikl - i’m ‘bout to break my monitor, i swear كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
h_llo, my friend
say “i’m about to break my monitor, i swear”
what you say, woman?
say “i’m about to break my monitor, i swear”
i’m about to break my monitor, i swear
ha_ha_ha
man, i swear to god, i will break my monitor if i don’t make it as a rapper in the rap game
listen

(pre_chorus)
i’m gonna go move my family out the hood
get some money, move my grandma, and family out the freaking hood
look, i’m gonna go out the hood, get my freaking money up
look, yuh, we gettin’ all this_

(chorus: g_p)
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread
(verse #1)
and, i’m gettin’ all the bread from the freaking hood
i’ma move all my family out the freaking hood
and, you know i’m gettin’ the bread, cause i’m ’boutta go
i’mma ride my horsey down the country_side, spend all my freakin’ money on a new watch
roll that sh_t around my wrist, like an ankle bracelet
but, they know what i’m doing here, you know what i do
eatin’ bread, on a daily
on the weekends, for my kids
and, my wife, she got the fatty, i wanna slap it
slap it, slap it, gettin’_

(chorus: g_p)
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread

(money may: verse #2)
i’m gonna split his head like an oreo
i’ma f_ckin’ move my homie out the hood, too
and, i got my f_ckin’ gun on me right now
yeah, i’m in the studio, rappin’
momma proud of me, she said i’m gonna go up
i’m with, kritikl, and we goin’ up, we finna f_ckin’ blow up in the country
yeah, they know what we do, cookin’ up in the stu’
i’m a rapper, not a movie actor, i’m finna trap on the block, i’m a gangsta’ trapper
they know, what we finna f_ckin’ do, ridin’ all around the block
yeah, they know all my_, uh
they know all my crewmates with me every time, no among us
there’s an impostor among us, but this ain’t no game, you know we ain’t playin’
we ’bout to go and up, i got the gun, and i’m sprayin’
don’t run, don’t trip, i don’t care about them n_ggas
p_a_t_e_k, no sha, b_tch
(verse #3)
all my homies gotta stay, cause we goin’ out to play
bring your friend, bring your bae
cause, i got the gun, and i’m ’bout to f_ckin’ spray
you know that i do this sh_t, i’m gonna go up to the cl!ck
n_ggas just jump on the beat, still long_gone
i’m thinking a bit, and a bit
n_gga just do what i did so bad, give him a break, and i break that lag
break your book, my bad
put a real f_ck, and a d_ck, and i’m making that bag
i’mma keep these days sane, i’ll keep a memo’ vain
i’m walkin’ in the rain, bumpin’ kendrick lamar
m.a.a.d city, pain
bullet_holes in his head, get his f_ckin’ brain, we ’bout to f_ckin’ mash the brains up
we ’bout to spin the freakin’_, uh
don’t even try to keep trippin’, losing the form of lipton
i stick to cook, he dead
saving up for designer on linkedin
don’t wanna bring the day they_, like what?
mm, come up in the deep, come up in the booster beat
that beat, that booster, send them one more beat
they got a rubber, a booster beat
witch a b_tch, troll beast
[?] the block, all week
some more up outta’ the piece, b_tter up in the second dough piece
(chorus: g_p)
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread, bread, bread
bread, bread
bread

- kritikl

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