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Breakn Bread

Gucci Mane
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Ayo, Gucci Mane, you killed it Would you call your girl right here and ride out with you? Break a little bread She got a gorgeous figure, ignoring a nigga But she not a gold digger, but you must have figures The average Joe Blow off the block can't get her But I'm young Gucci Mane, so I gots to hit her If I see her in the club, then I gots to tip her Homegirl, won't you roll with a one hitter quitter? Real nigga off the block that'll love to drill You an angel out the hood, so you know how I feel I'ma hip you to the game, let you know my slang Young Gucci Mane, baby, ain't a damn thing changed I campaign, pop champagne, can't complain I'm a big ballin' nigga in this dope game Stay stunting, stay blunted, and I talk so cunnin' For a hot hundred, I'll hit me one fine woman Hard hittin', never quittin', better ask 'bout me The G-U-C-C-I-M-A-N-E Ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread Baby boy, it's a world, I'm a squirrel tryna get a nut At the present time, on the grind, tryna get it up If I had bucks, would you dip for a bigger butt? If she gave you couple stacks, let you beat it up? I'ma keep it G, let the whole world feel me I don't need no nigga gettin' jealous, tryna kill me Yeah, I love you, love money, and I love to Have nice things, but I put nothin' above you If you catch me, ask me, I'll say, "Damn right" Tell you where I hid it, how I quit it for the same night We ain't gotta fight, don't be bitter, get your game tight 'Cause it's out of sight, out of mind, and you know I'm fine I'ma keep it real all the time, I see dollar signs 'Cause it's crunch time and you know I'm on the front line I'll pull a shotta just to keep you in a Prada suit If you feel the same about me, then make a power move Ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread Angel'll pass ya, I walk so nasty And talk so trashy, but act so jazzy Young Gucci, yours truly, act like you know that Every time you see me, Air Max with the throwback Ass fat, took some time off, but I came back In a big 'Lac truck, all my folks banked up Banked up, grilled out, big faces peel out Six in the morning, crack of dawn and then we still out Baller callin', take me to the mall and Poppin', shoppin', 'cause it make me feel good Ladies jockin', player haters knockin' Real's not stoppin', flossin' when we in the hood It's Angel, nigga, don't be a stranger, nigga If you ain't got nothin' but a hundred, I can change ya, nigga Young Gucci, my nigga, yours truly, my nigga In the club puttin' on, stayin' boolin', my nigga Ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread (Ballers breakin' bread) We got ballers breakin' bread Ballers breakin' bread Ballers breakin' bread Oh Oh Ballers breakin' bread Ballers breakin' bread