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lirik lagu ak bandamont - bread gettin'

[intro]
ak bandamont, n~gga, i get bands a lot, n~gga, you know that

[chorus]
uh, b~tch, i been bread~gettin’
you’d probably be in your bag if you saved more and did less spendin’
i’m on the road, got pounds stuffed in the frame—i’m finna check engine
just got these clean four slabs from the eastside, i’m goin’ west with ’em

uh, b~tch, i been bread~gettin’
you’d probably be in your bag if you saved more and did less spendin’
i’m on the road, got pounds stuffed in the frame—i’m finna check engine
just got these clean four slabs from the eastside, i’m goin’ west with ’em

[verse]
just popped these two dumb n~ggas on the eastside, i’m goin’ west with it
i shoot one shot and it go straight through your body—take out your chest with it
i started steppin’ on work and quit my job, because that check different
you n~ggas move too fast, i play my pieces right—this chess, n~gga
i pray to god, get blessed up cookin’ dope—this a blessed kitchen
made 50 out that b~tch and burned it down—on to the next kitchen
this b~tch ain’t used in months, she started withdrawin’, she felt her neck itchin’
this b~tch shot up a point and hit the ground ‘cause she need rest, n~gga
this n~gga went down with one n~gga who solid, but the rest snitchin’
i got a slab that’s way too overweight—i’m finna treadmill it
this lil’ b~tch need white, i crushed pills—i’m finna advil it
my dawg just called, got pounds, he on the way—i’m finna vac~seal it
if you seen the sh~t i seen, how i came up—it can’t get that realer
one of my fiends od’d back in ‘09, he looked like mac miller
my n~gga doin’ life—i don’t like rats, if he a rat, k!ll him
i shoot that b~tch one time and files come out—just say the mac k!lled him
i put you in the dirt and files come out—i shoulda dug deeper
i can be the reason your life end—b~tch, i’m the thug reaper
i was in the class, teacher let me f~ck—that’s why i love teachers
was at a football game, b~tch gave me neck—that’s why i love bleachers
ugh, that b~tch said, “f~ck needles,”
until i showed her ice—she shot it up, this b~tch on sub~zero
she usually f~ck with hard, now it got stronger—this b~tch love diesel
ion gotta shake no hands to make these bands—i feel like, “f~ck people.”
[chorus]
uh, b~tch, i been bread~gettin’
you’d probably be in your bag if you saved more and did less spendin’
i’m on the road, got pounds stuffed in the frame—i’m finna check engine
just got these clean four slabs from the eastside, i’m goin’ west with ’em

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