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bread - lowkey (ofb) lyrics

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[intro: lowkey]
yi*yo, yi*yo, yi*yo
ofb to the world (yeah)
rrr

[hook: lowkey]
everyday the way i chase that money, everyday the way i bruck that bread (bruck that bread!)
you’re bout a lay bust dat throat my youth
don’t ever take this no f*cking game
everyday the money affi mek (bullet!)
if i buy this bullet have to bite my head (bullet, bullet!)
crime scene left that dead (bullet, bullet!)
hashtag left that spread
sell it one in the head
that’s the whole of thеm dead x3

[verse 2: deeone]
listen! everyday i gеt this money i do and do it again (grills)
me i get plugs all over the seat and some of them cost a tens (trust!)
why the f*ck would i watch your face i couldn’t care what’s your ends (d*ckhead!)
just for now i keep it calm i soon get the watch and benz
i keep all my options open (trust!)
if i take a lost i’m coping
ogs are known to the cops from all of the n*ggas i’m holding
bags all under my eyes from all of twenties are folding (count up!)
me i got meet this target f*ck it it’s my flight mode i’m ghosted
but they are still h*lla guys i need to find too so every now and then a couple hoods i need to slide thru
masked up 4s up with me up i’m a typhoon
my arm locked tryna give me five wounds (baow, baow!)
[hook: lowkey]
everyday the way i chase that money, everyday the way i bruck that bread (bruck that bread!)
you’re bout a lay bust dat throat my youth
don’t ever take this no f*cking game
everyday the money affi mek (bullet!)
if i buy this bullet have to bite my head (bullet, bullet!)
crime scene left that dead (bullet, bullet!)
hashtag left that spread
sell it one in the head
that’s the whole of them dead x3

[verse 3: headie one]
i do a dirt i ain’t got it on my conscience
the next day i’m in the yard now listening to conscience
and i heard you gotta n*ggas in the jailhouse struggling to function (tomm turn)
got my n*ggas now putting that work in abundance
n*ggas saying they stepping out of farm that’s nonsense
headie one bringing that block on my sliders, air force, air max, jordans (one!)
more time headie one gripping on that spinners and dotty’s and autos and choppers
they don’t wanna see that man bruck that focus
my little n*ggas got an obsession with pokings six man with their shanks out, got the gang looking like logan
n*ggas know my head back good i can leave your head back open
them man are snakes and cobras interview rooms like their singing along to frozen

[hook: lowkey]
everyday the way i chase that money, everyday the way i bruck that bread (bruck that bread!)
you’re bout a lay bust dat throat my youth
don’t ever take this no f*cking game
everyday the money affi mek (bullet!)
if i buy this bullet have to bite my head (bullet, bullet!)
crime scene left that dead (bullet, bullet!)
hashtag left that spread
sell it one in the head
that’s the whole of them dead x3

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