YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay – Bread Winners (Lyrics)

Lyrics “Bread Winners” by YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay

Take a b**ch from the strip, to the bed
Make that hoe give me head, but I ain’t never breakin’ bread with her
N**gas lame, they want beef with the gang
Tryna diss YBN ’cause they know we some bread winners
Bread getter, double flip it, that’s a bread day
Head getter, she gon’ suck it, she a head giver
One night with a b**ch, and let my mans get her
No new n**gas ’cause these n**gas be some pretenders

Yo’ man a head giver, I’m a led giver
I f**ked yo’ b**ch, so I gotta let my mans hit her
30 clip in the stick if her mans with her
So yo’ b**ch let me f**k ’cause my chain bigger
You say you get stacks, I’ma double that
I spin a n**ga block, and then I double back
Them n**gas know me like the house on the dead-end
Well after track that, we used to make bread end

Like a n**ga with a cane, I bring that stick out
Hit her hard from the back, It damn near blew my hip out
Talkin’ s**t, the Glock a linebacker, how them bullets blitz out
Had ’em scared in the streets like he in the movie Get Out
Gang, broke ass n**gas, get yo’ funds up
How yo’ n**gas shooters, boy, they need to get they guns up
Yeah, my main b**ch a stripper, told that hoe to get her 1’s up
Gang bangin’ n**gas up in church with them guns tucked

Bounce out with them titties
Damn near knock a n**ga block down
Chicken, chicken, chicken, yeah, a n**ga gettin’ guap now
You need to get yo’ b**ch ‘fore that b**ch get piped down
Christian LB’s, only shoes that I rock now
You tryna f**k a b**ch that I been f**ked
The whole team hit, she done got ducked
Don’t chase a b**ch, only thing that I chase is paper
This money in my jeans, got me ballin’ like the Lakers

My chain shine brighter than a light strip
Gave a hundred to the waiter, n**ga, that’s a light tip, ballin’
That’s why my old b**ch is stalkin’
YBN the Dream Team, money balls like Spaldin’
I just wanna f**k, don’t wanna cuff you, b**ch, I’m sorry
Scratched her name off the list, and the b**ch won’t stop callin’
Poked a hole in my condom, b**ch try to put me on Maury
I ain’t dumb, b**ch, drop the top on the ‘Rari

Take a b**ch from the strip, to the bed
Make that hoe give me head, but I ain’t never breakin’ bread with her
N**gas lame, they want beef with the gang
Tryna diss YBN ’cause they know we some bread winners
Bread getter, double flip it, that’s a bread day
Head getter, she gon’ suck it, she a head giver
One night with a b**ch, and let my mans get her
No new n**gas ’cause these n**gas be some pretenders…

➤ Produced by Hoodzone
YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay 2018

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