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shoha - bread n butter lyrics

pull up to the spot drop top in my minivan
in my fresh fit always rollin’ that’s a kiddie cam
go pro, in my post code that’s a litty cam
626 yea we open up the city man
city can do what a city plans to
city hall is the place that we make demands to
they just remand to the courts
i say we can change the course
but of course i still wanna ride porsche
no divorce
it’s the pre nup, we cut
cl-ss, big ups to the man
making h-lla bands without going to college
it’s more money in my wallet
power moves bboy pocket
mama picked another job and when i call tell her drop it
i just dumb luck in the function
bust nuts by the dozen
duck love cannot trust em
cuss cuss when it doesn’t
go my way say andale
hurry up let find a way
cuz everything i touch is gold the sky turn dawn, that’s momaday
hey, come and come away
hey, down to camagüey
hey, havana cabana
bandanas and boy band dancers
bananas, manzanas
i vacay out to the tropicanas
my answer is the truth, i am bruce
banananana

money won’t keep you right
money won’t hold you tight
money won’t keep you by my side but still
still i want my slice

money come and go that’s fsho
reach for the top that’s pinnacle
i finna grow like those seeds that grow trees
and grow leaves
proceed to produce feed
produce fiends, no morphine, just more cheese and mochi
cuz what i speak is addicting
additives and adjectives
my magic is my silly common sense
swear i dream dreams but i think that i’ve falling ever since
i woke in a stephen king scene
had me thinking
that my bling bling and my pinky rings be really something extra
so i drink things to numb the senses
present tenses
new dimensions
not to mention new dementia
never met ya
who the f-ck are you?
tryna get cozy with my crew
nah i’m being forreal man
who the f-ck are you?

cash cash
that’s a fast p-ss
no there’s no looking back hit the gas gas
cash cash
that’s a fast p-ss
and we never get f-cked that’s a lap dance

i say f-ck the loans, f-ck the loans, f-ck the loans man
i still gotta pay my phone and my home man
i say f-ck the loans, f-ck the loans, f-ck the loans man
i still gotta pay my phone and my home

money won’t keep you right
money won’t hold you tight
money won’t keep you by my side but still
still i want my slice

- shoha lyrics

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