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42$wag$ - $ome bread lyrics

(intro)
slip, yeah, snitches luv to slippin’
snitches want to slip, (yeah)
snitches want to slippin’, (yeah, uh)
snitches want to slip, (yeah, yah)

(hook)
errbody want some bread
errbody want some bread, (want a lot)
it goes into your head
clouded eyes with shroud of red, (like dead)
don’t wanna bread, (yeah)
they wanna racks instead, (wai)
they wanna cash
they wanna profit clash, (yeah)
errbody want some bread
errbody want some bread, (uuh)
it goes into your head
clouded eyes with shroud of red, (be mad)
don’t wanna bread, (yeah)
they wanna racks instead, (what?)
they wanna cash, (yeah)
they wanna profit clash, (yeah, yeah)

(bridge)
uh, wait, wait, errbody want to clare
errbody want so sate, they wanna bread
they wanna bread, they wanna cash
they wanna profit clash

(verse: tee young)
yeah, yeah, yeah
i need these racks
i need these stacks
i need these platinum plack’s
out here counting racks
get ’em fast, (yeah)
don’t look back
that’s a fact
matter of fact
am movin’ fast
i ain’t looking back
forget my past
it was harsh
now am getting these cash
30 on the dash
my car just crashed
fix them scratch
now am speeding fast
my girl wanna dance
put her vans
spend my advance
dirty dance
get some bread, (yeah)
n+ggas getting flags
get them stacks
get these papers, who said never said u need it, (yeah)
f+ck ’em haters
my g 42, got ’em bread, got some dread
yeah, n+gga, who ducking the feds
like homie f+ck the feds
told brody get the rest, (yeah)
put on our bullet proof vest
crippin’ in the nest
yo hommie, what’s next?
am on this verse
brody got the rest
like let’s go flex
f+ck this stress
n+gga holla stress
pull up in the dress
said i dress
let’s go flex, (yah, yah, yah)
f+ck dis stress

(verse)
f+ck dis stress
after a cup of lean
recklessness
so depressed
i think about being
errbody don’t care how i feel..
but i do the mess
i won’t confess
drank a lot today
dat’s not ok
tomorrow could drink a less
put me in the press
b+tch in fashion dress
drink peach+strawberry tess
i work alone, don’t need a team
yeah, i’m m+th+rf+cking slim
tee young n me make dis song to sound like meme
work too hard on my lacks
i’m doing the pleasant fo the soul, but they want some racks, (yeah, skrrt, yeah)

- 42wag lyrics

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