Lirik Lagu Thought I Heard (Bread Winners' Anthem) - Kevin Gates
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Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they wanna break oneThought I heard somebody say they wanna break one
Me and my lil ho, we be out in publicCatchin' feelin's, I be fuckin' ho without the rubberKick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brotherDisrespect me, I'ma die, that's just how I'm comin'Shots fired, they playin', they just might hit meMic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'emCatch you with your clique and do somethin' badTalkin' shit that you was talkin' on the 'GramMy momma taught me how to not be loyal to a womanThey gon' let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin'Success is nothin', I'm thuggin', I'm goin' out my mindWhen shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outsideTalkin' bout me bad to Ciana but it's obviousCause I'm gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' propertyI'm the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said itWhy you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my danceShow my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my danceShow my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my danceShow my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance
Lookin' mark at me, that fraud, I'm bout to step on somethin'Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin'Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks?Shoutout everybody in the working cell blockMe and Molly with the 30 round GlockBreadwinner Ron party rockin' non-stopSay you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don't hear yaNote to self, them niggas ain't really fuckin' witchaNote to self, them niggas been gettin' comfortableRap your ass off when you tired, that shit'll humble youI don't get tired, when you tired it come from under youJump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder doCocaine in the streets, MC HammerBumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandanaC-Loc nigga, concentration camp anthemSippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux YellaMargielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Me and my lil ho, we be out in publicCatchin' feelin's, I be fuckin' ho without the rubberKick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brotherDisrespect me, I'ma die, that's just how I'm comin'Shots fired, they playin', they just might hit meMic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'emCatch you with your clique and do somethin' badTalkin' shit that you was talkin' on the 'GramMy momma taught me how to not be loyal to a womanThey gon' let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin'Success is nothin', I'm thuggin', I'm goin' out my mindWhen shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outsideTalkin' bout me bad to Ciana but it's obviousCause I'm gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' propertyI'm the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said itWhy you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my danceShow my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my danceShow my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my danceShow my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance
Lookin' mark at me, that fraud, I'm bout to step on somethin'Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin'Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks?Shoutout everybody in the working cell blockMe and Molly with the 30 round GlockBreadwinner Ron party rockin' non-stopSay you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don't hear yaNote to self, them niggas ain't really fuckin' witchaNote to self, them niggas been gettin' comfortableRap your ass off when you tired, that shit'll humble youI don't get tired, when you tired it come from under youJump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder doCocaine in the streets, MC HammerBumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandanaC-Loc nigga, concentration camp anthemSippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux YellaMargielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella
Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguardThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerThought I heard somebody say they was a bread winnerGot it out the mud and I got it hardAll praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
