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lirik lagu thought i heard (bread winners’ anthem) – kevin gates

thought i heard somebody say they was a bread winner
thought i heard somebody say they was a bread winner
thought i heard somebody say they wanna break one
thought i heard somebody say they wanna break one

me and my lil ho, we be out in public
catchin’ feelin’s, i be f–kin’ ho without the rubber
kick a b-tch -ss, go to jail, beat up a brother
disrespect me, i’ma die, that’s just how i’m comin’
shots fired, they playin’, they just might hit me
mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch ’em
catch you with your clique and do somethin’ bad
talkin’ sh-t that you was talkin’ on the ‘gram
my momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman
they gon’ let your lawyer partner rip when you not lookin’
success is nothin’, i’m thuggin’, i’m goin’ out my mind
when shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside
talkin’ bout me bad to ciana but it’s obvious
cause i’m gettin’ cash like ciana, buyin’ property
i’m the truth, chosen one, couple n-gg-s said it
why you mad at kevin gates? ain’t you gettin’ paper

thought i heard somebody say they was a bread winner
thought i heard somebody say they was a bread winner
got it out the mud and i got it hard
all praise be to god, f–k a bodyguard
thought i heard somebody say they was a bread winner
thought i heard somebody say they was a bread winner
got it out the mud and i got it hard
all praise be to god, f–k a bodyguard

show my -ss, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
show my -ss, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
show my -ss, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance
show my -ss, 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 n-gg-s was when i used to sell rocks?
shoutout everybody in the work and sell block
me and molly op with the 30 round glock
breadwinner run party rockin’ non-stop
say you sorry, go let god forgive you, i don’t hear ya
note to self, them n-gg-s ain’t really f–kin’ witcha
note to self, them n-gg-s been gettin’ comfortable
rap your -ss off when you tired, that sh-t’ll humble you
i don’t get tired, when you tired it come from under you
jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do
cocaine in the streets, mc hammer
b-mpin’ the steven carol with the black bandana
ce-loo n-gg-, concentration camp anthem
sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom

(?), do the (?), watch that gold yellow
margielas, b-mpin’ gold yellow with a cold (?)

- kevin gates

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