xoxofaso - Bread Lyrics

That's perfect, that's perfect
Yup that's perfect, that's perfect
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch better break my bread
Imma whole new trend
Bitch I aint got no friends
Fuck a fake friend
Looking at my life though the lens
In the hillies with the tens
I don't wanna break bread
I don't want no amends
I don't want no truce
I be grease with the moves
I be grease with the moves
Never seen what we do all my dogs go woof
All my dogs gone shoot
Never held my hand strapping up my boots
In the field with the man
Heavy still, heavy camp, lotta troops
Lotta ways to the loot (lotta ways to the loot)
Lotta ways to the bags
Lotta flakes, lotta flukes
Lotta hate in they heart
Lotta shake from they hand
I anti shaking no hands who are you
Yeah
I need the money when its due
I need the Bently brand new
I need the hundreds all blue
I see the love aint true
I can see right through
What the fuck you wanna do
Yeah
And who can tell me what to do
Imma boss, wear a suit
Wait, wait (wait, wait, wait, wait)
Tell that bitch grab my dick and turn around lil mama you should have my kids
Saying bitch better break my bread
Imma whole new trend
Bitch I aint got no friends
Fuck a fake friend
Looking at my life though the lens
In the hilly with the tens
I don't wanna break bread
I don't want no amends
I don't want no truce
I be grease with the moves
Never seen what we do, yeah
Boss up shit
See me out in public not a hug or kiss
I don't know that bitch
Think you lost your bitch
Think you lost your bitch
Yeah
Heavy contemplating action
Going forward slipping through the cracks
Going backwards, I just need a backwoods
Shawty can you please relax em
Can you please relax em, oh lord
Peep the magic, I'm the lord, the holy savior
Drive the Rolls and Holy Ghost
Holy smokes he really know the ropes
Baby hold the phone, ring, ring
Yeah, pick up, answer, hang up, duck em, dash em
I don't need they action
I don really need that cancer
Hold on, yeah
Bitch better break my bread
Imma whole new trend
Bitch I aint got no friends
Fuck a fake friend
Looking at my life though the lens
In the hilly with the tens
I don't wanna break bread
I don't want no amends
I don't want no truce
I be grease with the moves
I be grease with the moves
Never seen what we do, yeah

That's perfect, that's perfect
Yup that's perfect, that's perfect
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch better break my bread
Imma whole new trend
Bitch I aint got no friends
Fuck a fake friend
Looking at my life though the lens
In the hillies with the tens
I don't wanna break bread
I don't want no amends
I don't want no truce
I be grease with the moves
I be grease with the moves
Never seen what we do all my dogs go woof
All my dogs gone shoot
Never held my hand strapping up my boots
In the field with the man
Heavy still, heavy camp, lotta troops
Lotta ways to the loot (lotta ways to the loot)
Lotta ways to the bags
Lotta flakes, lotta flukes
Lotta hate in they heart
Lotta shake from they hand
I anti shaking no hands who are you
Yeah
I need the money when its due
I need the Bently brand new
I need the hundreds all blue
I see the love aint true
I can see right through
What the fuck you wanna do
Yeah
And who can tell me what to do
Imma boss, wear a suit
Wait, wait (wait, wait, wait, wait)
Tell that bitch grab my dick and turn around lil mama you should have my kids
Saying bitch better break my bread
Imma whole new trend
Bitch I aint got no friends
Fuck a fake friend
Looking at my life though the lens
In the hilly with the tens
I don't wanna break bread
I don't want no amends
I don't want no truce
I be grease with the moves
Never seen what we do, yeah
Boss up shit
See me out in public not a hug or kiss
I don't know that bitch
Think you lost your bitch
Think you lost your bitch
Yeah
Heavy contemplating action
Going forward slipping through the cracks
Going backwards, I just need a backwoods
Shawty can you please relax em
Can you please relax em, oh lord
Peep the magic, I'm the lord, the holy savior
Drive the Rolls and Holy Ghost
Holy smokes he really know the ropes
Baby hold the phone, ring, ring
Yeah, pick up, answer, hang up, duck em, dash em
I don't need they action
I don really need that cancer
Hold on, yeah
Bitch better break my bread
Imma whole new trend
Bitch I aint got no friends
Fuck a fake friend
Looking at my life though the lens
In the hilly with the tens
I don't wanna break bread
I don't want no amends
I don't want no truce
I be grease with the moves
I be grease with the moves
Never seen what we do, yeah