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tuck (tor) – bread lyrics

[intro]
(yo, m20, where you at?)
gang, gang, gang, what?
(run dat up, rico)
you know that we gettin’ that bread
if you diss then you holdin’ some led, bow, ba+ba
t’d up gang, n+gga
gang, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
you know that we gettin’ that bread
if you diss then you holdin’ some led (what?)
and i always got my mind on the green
i’ve been serving the fiends when i shoulda been in bed
see, you were on dates with a thot while i was in the trap with a pot, and it got to my head
and i don’t put sh+t on the ‘net, catch a opp on road, then he turn on the jets (he runnin’)
yeah, i take off like a rocket (rocket)
why they hate on the gang? just stop it (stop)
why you think i got my mind on this guap?
tryna add up this profit (add it up)
if you pull up to thе scene all black, looking gothic
guarantee sh+t gettin’ hеctic
me and bro, yeah, we used to take hunts on the strip
tryna take a n+gga down for his necklace

[verse]
got these fiends callin’ early in the mornin’ (d+mn)
i ain’t even get to eat breakfast
dishin’ it out, you were probably snorin’
you can’t cuff these girls ’cause these girls be whorin’
made a b+tch put a d+ck where her neck is
and i’m only tryna be where the cheque is
you ain’t ’bout dough, then, n+gga, where your head at?
i was whippin’ it up in the trap, stepped out with 28 g’s in a bag
and his girl keeps callin’ my phone, she won’t leave me alone, swear to god she a nag
i’ll get sh+t done and say nothing, you the type to go everywhere and brag
i got nothin’ to prove but the way that you stunt for that ho is just sad
reppin’ the gang, might put on a flag (gang)
chef it up, kinda feel like a cook
see, the thotties, they don’t see the work that it took
i’ve been learnin’ some sh+t you can’t find in no book
and these opps just act for the ‘net
when we catch ’em in person they movin’ all shook
’cause they know that n+ggas been schemin’
they don’t wanna face off with a demon
they don’t wanna go eye to eye with a crook
[chorus]
you know that we gettin’ that bread
if you diss then you holdin’ some led (what?)
and i always got my mind on the green
i’ve been serving the fiends when i shoulda been in bed
see, you were on dates with a thot while i was in the trap with a pot, and it got to my head
and i don’t put sh+t on the ‘net, catch a opp on road, then he turn on the jets (he runnin’)
yeah, i take off like a rocket (rocket)
why they hate on the gang? just stop it (stop)
why you think i got my mind on this guap?
tryna add up this profit (add it up)
if you pull up to the scene all black, looking gothic
guarantee sh+t gettin’ hectic (gettin’ crazy)
me and bro, yeah, we used to take hunts on the strip
tryna take a n+gga down for his necklace

- tuck tor lyrics

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