Turn your tux red im far from broke got enough bread
Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet
Or the comb in my head enough said we need the bread
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
A clever idea to take something they said
Rather beatin on the bitch
Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich
Bring in that bread, but never loaf around
A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound
And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet
Damn ima need some sweats to carry all my bread
I feed people with my words like jesus christ with bread
- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >