Bread Head Lyrics – SahBabii

Bread Head Lyrics by SahBabii is latest English song with music also given by Rugga & DP Beats. Bread Head song lyrics are written by DP Beats & SahBabii.

Bread Head Song Detail
Song Name:
Bread Head
Singer:
SahBabii
Composer:
Rugga, DP Beats
Lyrics by:
DP Beats, SahBabii
Bread Head Lyrics
 
Long live the demon he gone come back from the dead
I just pulled up too the bank withdrawled some cash same price as yaa head
Pull up on ya block like I do locs and dye yaa dreads
I just caught a body ody four five bullets thick like meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Play it in the back of my head couple times see if I’m wrong
Spin this bi^^h one more time lets see if they gone
Kick that front door in check every room to see if they gone
I got d^^ks on all of my guns
They pu^^y lets see if they moan
When it’s time too dance on the battlefield we leavin’ our phones
Don’t come outside with that fake gangsta s^^t, 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 ni^^a block too a muf^^kin rug
You can’t hide in this city we know every club
Slide onn them bi^^hes they bloody and sh^^ty
He got a 100 he got a fifty
Run through boxes of bullets trying too fill up these titties
I might spin the block with him then spin him this s^^t get tricky
Long live the demon he gone come back from the dead
I just pulled up too the bank withdrawled some cash same price as yaa head
Pull up on ya block like I do locs and dye yaa dreads
I just caught a body ody four five bullets thick like meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
We don’t give no f^^k bout what they doin soo why they worried bout us
Yo mans was in the street you wasn’t gangsta on the curb hollering
You said you bust who head ni^^a who dead?
We ain’t heard boutcha its go be some s^^t coming behind that body I’m dropping turds bout em
Im f^^kin this bi^^h and spreadin them a^s cheeks that booty hole pink
D^^k ridin keep getting them ni^^as killed I love when them hoes link
Black out bout my brothers f^^k around get a darker skin color
I only ride with ni^^as that trynna change your skin color
Bread on his head trynna make a ni^^a wonder
Sent the ni^^a up too zeus he was out here playin with that thunder
When we pull up on them ni^^as imma leave a f^^kin puddle
And if a n^^ga fold that out of my control you know?
Long live the demon he gone come back from the dead
I just pulled up too the bank with drawled some cash same price as yaa head
Pull up on ya block like I do locs and dye yaa dreads
I just caught a body ody four five bullets thick like meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye
Bread head, bread head, bread head ayye

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