Letra de Bread Head - SahBabii

Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead

I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head

Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads

I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Play it in the back of my head a couple times, see if I'm wrong

Spin this bitch one more time, let's see if they gone

Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone

I got dicks on all of my guns, they pussy, let's see if they moan

When it's time to dance on the battlefield, we leaving our phones

Don't come outside with that fake gangster shit, leave it at home

Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome

The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first ones gone

He not a killer, it's the drugs

Turn a nigga block to a motherfucking rug

You can't hide in the city, we know every club

Slide on them bitches, they bloody and shitty

He got a hundred, he got a fifty

Run through boxes of bullets tryna fill up these titties

I might spin a block with him, then spin him, this shit get tricky

Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead

I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head

Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads

I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

We don't give no fuck 'bout what they doing, so why they worried 'bout us?

Your mans was in the street, you wasn't gangster, on the curb hollering

You said you bust who head? Nigga, who dead? We ain't heard 'bout you

It's gon' be some shit coming behind that body, I'm droppin' turds 'bout em

I'm fuckin' this bitch and spreadin' them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink

Dick riding keep gettin' them niggas killed, I love when them hoes link

Blackout 'bout my bros, fuck around, get a darker skin color

I only ride with niggas that's tryna change your skin color

Yeah, bread on his head, tryna make a nigga wonder

Sent the nigga up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder

When we pull up on them niggas, I'ma leave a fucking puddle

And if a nigga fold, that's out of my control, you know?

Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead

I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head

Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads

I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)

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