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Bread Getter lyrics

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Bread Getter song lyrics by P Doc official

Bread Getter is a song in English

I mean if you really think about it
The timing couldn't be any more perfect
God has a funny way of doing that
As I've noticed
Seven Oh Five baby
Yeah
I’m in the field like a farmer
Spit on this mic like a llama
And it get hot like a sauna
Smoking that good marijuana
Steadily chasing them commas
Cutting you off if you drama
Ordering jars by the boxes
Need ‘em to cure all our profits
Shopping at stretch look like Boba Fett
Still walk your bitch out don’t over step
Me and my dudes came to over spend
Order some 12s with the nike check
Move around town with that hyphy step
Moving that dope in a 90's vette
Depression kick in where the IVs at
I am alive but I still feel dead
Woah
Just dropped a bag and they beggin for more Andrew Raycroft the way I steal shows
Make me bring out the bros, bring out the things you don’t know but you rap about trust me it shows
I’m hitting these flows, getting this doe and it’s all for the cheque like my last video
You rappers is mad that I got it though
Showing me fake love that’s audios
I’m in the field like a farmer
Spit on this mic like a llama
And it get hot like a sauna
Smokin’ that good marijuana
Steadily chasing them commas
Cutting you off if you drama
Ordering jars by the boxes
Need ‘em to cure all our profits
I’m in that cockpit
Seated real low you won’t stop it
My bitch she from Keswick but she know what’s popping
Switched up on y’all sound like Offset
When I get to rapping about profit
Brought us some captain
We gon’ be sipping ‘til morning come
Serve up that beef that you ordered son
Bottles get sent to our table
You know I ain’t fucking with y’all I’m with angel
She go by that but she ride dick like the devil
I hit that shit once and said you on some level
But you don’t get peddled
I ain’t no super man
Running ‘round saving these hoes from the shit they in
I don’t do none of that
Just check where my money at
And if it ain’t right then we circle back
Seven Oh Five put us on the map
Audio dope know I keep a pack
I’m in the field like a farmer
Spit on this mic like a llama
And it get hot like a sauna
Smokin’ that good marijuana
Steadily chasing them commas
Cutting you off if you drama
Ordering jars by the boxes
Need ‘em to cure all our profits
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Patrick Docherty
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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