Thought I Heard (Bread Winners’ Anthem)

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Kevin Gates - Rap, Trap

Thought I Heard (Bread Winners’ Anthem)

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[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] Me and my lil hoe, we be out in public Catchin' feelin's, I be fuckin' her without no rubber Kick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brother Disrespect me, I'ma die, that's just how I'm comin' Shots fired, they just playin', they just might empty Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch 'em Catch you with your clique and do somethin' bad Talkin' shit that you was talkin' on the 'Gram My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman They gon' let your loyal 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 niggas said it Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper [Hook] 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, fuck 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, fuck a bodyguard [Pre-Hook] Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance [Verse 2] Look here boy, gimme that rod, I'm 'bout to step on somethin' Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin' Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks? Shoutout everybody in the working cell block Me and Molly ah with the 30 round Glock Breadwinner Ron party rockin' non-stop Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don't hear ya Note to self, them niggas ain't really fuckin' witcha Note to self, them niggas been gettin' comfortable Rap your ass off when you tired, that shit'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 Bumpin' the Steven Carol with the black bandana C-Loc nigga, concentration camp anthem Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom [Hook] 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, fuck 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, fuck a bodyguard [Bridge] Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold Stella [Hook] 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, fuck 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, fuck a bodyguard

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  • DJ Chose
  • Kevin Gates