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peter grant - breadwinner lyrics

(it looks like you lost another one)

(chorus)
bad b+tches they all over me
i gat, mad riches im gon’ blow the fee
stick my d+ck up in her ovaries
she gat mad guts to test this devil g

(verse)
we gon pull up to the party with this saber on some guild sh+t
stackin all this money make it rain up in this buildin’
good dope rollin, smoke the kite what is this feelin’
my guns don’t talk twice, antisocial, it gon k!ll sh+t

perc 30, pop a perc 30, guns a bit flirty
hips curvy, p+ssy still squirting, i don’t get dirty
sage pervy, ima get freaky while the blunt twirlin’
getting st+rdy, sounds like gun coughin’ say it getting thirsty

mini thirty, thats a semi, auto matti, with the blami, your b+tch bratty and she ridin pop a wheeliе (uh uh)
five in my hand, look like paper, lеts get high today
smokin’ on this sp+ceship, blowin’ stars as we fly away
runnin’ up the bank, tracking b+tches from a mile away
movin’ with the darkness in my soul, thats my hideaway

as i hideaway
b+tches dont know what to say
finishin’ this chick fillet, filleting on this chick today
bald b+tches is my eagles play, im touchin’ down her field today
while pullin’ on her heel today, im running up them bills today
you check with me you catch the heat, like n+ggas is my sons today, im running like i gat on cleats and dust you with these guns today
im lyrically intactical words comin’ out shakespeare
thou can’t run no beef with me, the stakes are high no fish here
i l!ck the plate and send it back, you best believe i dont share
im sick of all this money so i open up a wellfare
these words will go unnoticed cuz these ppl really don’t care
gat two semi mattics, safety lock, gatta prepare
i shoot between your eyes, leave a hole, you gon see clear
left and right combo ima k!ll you with despair

smokin’ on this pack, its so loud, wolf with deaf ears
i took the dream, repeated it, it comin’ out like nightmares
i claw my way to victory, im freddy spend the night here
im standing on a pillar, i’m so high its like tao’s here

floating on this rock, you would think this is a sp+ceship
higher than the clouds, rainy days on some blues sh+t
gat bands in my leather, white on black, that’s my new whip
erase you from this movie, try again, that’s that duel clip

dope stinker than a skunk, when i blow im a terrorist
gat 30 in the trunk, ima spray on all you predators
bad b+tches on my lap, white and black, i ain’t no colorist
she ride this d+ck so good, you would think she is a pedalist

im tired of the conflict, but violence is the answer
im tryna get this corn flipped, my fritos to your pasta
lyrics feel like torn hip, so sharp it might stab ya
money wet no p+rn clip, it comes a lil faster
(chorus)
bad b+tches they all over me
i gat, mad riches im gon’ blow the fee
stick my d+ck up in her ovaries
she gat mad guts to test this devil g

- peter grant lyrics

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