young thug - bread winners lyrics
[intro: young thug]
know what i’m sayin’? it’s a bread it, you know, you know, we the bread winners, know i’m sayin’? i need some b-tter, know i’m sayin’? shout out to a motherf-ckin’ b, i got on the ap, sh-t go together, know i’m sayin’? forever, ahh!
[chorus: young thug]
i know that i’m making a k!lling
my coupe got them stars in the ceiling
my n-gg-s go brazy, no ritalin
ab b-tch, i’m all bout them benji’s
i come through there fresh like john lennon
my wrist a h-llcat, i’m not kidding
they dig all the sh-t that i’m kicking
i just bought my b-tch some new t-tties
you take out these pictures, you bogus
wasn’t gon’ turn your -ss until you told it’
wasn’t gon’ ice your -ss down ‘til you folded
kick that b-tch off the boat with no notice
n-gg- jewelry water, need to float it
make some bad b-tches f-ck my brodie
i eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
they got lots of bread, i’ma call b-tta
[verse 1: young b-tta]
three chopsticks, i paid a stack for it
they run me through, i probably got warrants
in the back of the ‘bach, ugh
burning og out of backwoods
not just dancing, diamonds racing balmain
lots of fakes allergic to seafood and serve for decoration
lobster never tasted
missed thanksgiving, i was in miami
i was on ocean, i was on vacation
in the benz speed, 120 racing
ab in a rari, sh-t was like the matrix
in and out of lanes, weaving in the sp-ceship
i’m flexing, got muscle like popeye
but fight over a b-tch, no that is not i
i’m him, i’m gon’ tell the roof bye bye
then remove the lid at the stoplight
with my side b-tches at benihana’s
brung her sister, her bestie, her mama
told ‘em tab is on me, yeah i got ‘em
and i pay the bill all in new hundreds
now that is real colorful money
spikes on me, they drip at the bottom
she want thug, and her friend is a toss up
[hook: young thug]
i know that i’m making a k!lling
my coupe got them stars in the ceiling
my n-gg-s go brazy, no ritalin
ap b-tch, i’m all bout them benji’s
i come through there fresh like john lennon
my wrist a haircut, i’m not kidding
they dig all the sh-t that i’m kicking
i just bought my b-tch some new t-tties
you take out these pictures, you bogus
we gon’ turn your -ss until you tollin’
we gon’ ice your -ss down ‘til you folded
kick that b-tch off the boat with no notice
n-gg- jewelry water, need to float it
make some bad b-tches f-ck my brody
i eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
they got lots of bread, i’ma call b-tta
[verse 2: young thug]
she say she want a cat
so i went bought the jag
and it matches the bag
make these b-tches look sad
i just dyed my hair grey
like a motherf-cking dad
and you know that we feastin’
i just couldn’t get fat
mind f-ck ‘em when i speak
take the farrakhan notes
my rock wrist is on gold
like the new audi spokes
n-gg-s scared to they soul
when i pull up with folks
i’ma take out the trojans put it right in her throat
and you know i stay with them aks and i should’ve caught ‘em
mind f-ck ’em, he shouldn’t have played ’bout the b-tta
i only play inside the cover
like a kid, make them play with each other
and i’m ridin’ round with a real bad b-tch
oops i meant girl, cover
[hook: young thug]
i know that i’m making a k!lling
my coupe got them stars in the ceiling
my n-gg-s go brazy, no ritalin
ap b-tch, i’m all bout them benji’s
i come through there fresh like john lennon
my wrist a haircut, i’m not kidding
they dig all the sh-t that i’m kicking
i just bought my b-tch some new t-tties
you take out these pictures, you bogus
we gon’ turn your -ss until you tollin’
we gon’ ice your -ss down ‘til you folded
kick that b-tch off the boat with no notice
n-gg- jewelry water, need to float it
make some bad b-tches f-ck my brody
i eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
they got lots of bread, i’ma call b-tta
[hook: young thug]
i know that i’m making a k!lling
my coupe got them stars in the ceiling
my n-gg-s go brazy, no ritalin
ap b-tch, i’m all bout them benji’s
i come through there fresh like john lennon
my wrist a haircut, i’m not kidding
they dig all the sh-t that i’m kicking
i just bought my b-tch some new t-tties
you take out these pictures, you bogus
we gon’ turn your -ss until you tollin’
we gon’ ice your -ss down ‘til you folded
kick that b-tch off the boat with no notice
n-gg- jewelry water, need to float it
make some bad b-tches f-ck my brody
i eat crabs, fish, and that chipotle
they got lots of bread, i’ma call b-tta
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