a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

obn dev - bread winner lyrics

[intro]
obn dev!
b#tch, gang

[chorus]
i can’t name a n#gga, that don’t like me
who ain’t broke, i’mma walk in neimann marcus
spend 3,000 on a coat
you got 300 in that picture, and yo’ mama bought your clothes
i be big band spendin’ this is gucci on my toes
i’m a liar and a cheater
i ain’t cuffin’ on these hoes
if the promoter don’t pay me i ain’t comin’ to that show
got an [?] and a puncher wit’ me
when i hit the road
i got a smile on my face
every time i get a pro

[verse 1]
can you please get out the store?
we all know you can’t afford it
you be lyin’ in yo’ raps that’s why n0body gon’ support it
all my clothes from outta country
i hope i don’t get deported
i ain’t beefin’ with that n#gga, everyday i spend his mortgage

[verse 2]
you just got yo’ paycheck, i spend that a hunnid times in a day
you been savin’ for a year, i make that every single day
these rappers in my city, be snitchin’, they be lyin’, they be fake
they can stop every method, i’ll still find another way

[verse 3]
you a lame, and you broke
you can’t make the bread i make
when i’m swipin’, i ain’t nervous
i’ll never make mistakes
we’ll slide an’ take yo’ ice
like we luh to go and skate
i know karma finna get me, for these promises i break

[verse 4]
n#ggas really walk around with no money in they pocket
n#ggas really drivin’ cars, less expensive then my closet
red beam on the glock, i ain’t finna miss my target
the hottest rapper in the city, n#ggas know i go the hardest

- obn dev lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS