- Paul Wall break bread 歌詞
- Paul Wall
- Break bread(Where them ballers at)
Break bread, break bread(Where them ballers at)
Break bread, break bread(Where them ballers at)
Break bread, break bread
Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread
Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread
Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread
Break bread, break bread, break bread, break bread
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above, okay
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above
When it comes to jewelry,
Im like T.
J. FordCause my diamonds, average bout 15 points
All my TV,
VS, nothing less than the best
So I guess that means
I got expensive breath
But Im more than just jewelry,
Im more than just ice
But me looking like a scrub just wouldnt suffice
I got rolls gold glowing, lap tops showing
Bremie Louis the
Thirteenth to keep it flowing
I can keep going and going but whats the use
You know Im balling in the mix cause
I got the juice
I run with wise guys, so its no surprise
Everywhere
I go, women undress me with they eyes
Boys can't knock it,
Im on the rise like a rocket
Big bank take lil bank,
I let you pick which pocket
My wrist glowing like
I stuck my hand in a socket
Its Paul
Wall cant nobody stop it, break bread
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above, okay
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above
Im a star stunning *****, when
I step in the club
Channel sets cross my wrist, just like a light bulb
Got Gucci cross my feet, while
I shock and rock
Popping Crystal bottles, will make these hoes bop
We some top notch playas, aint no time for acting
We need AT
M machines for the loot we stacking
Better think shoot a fee,
I bet it wont break me
Plus I spend a few
Gs up in
VIPIts the currency that make these hoochies hunch
All they want is a hour fifty, take em out to lunch
But they must be drunk,
I never trick off ends
Just flip a blue
Benz with the blue eyes lens
On 16 headed
North with my chrome girlfriend
She could make your life end and not get sent to the
PennThis for my ****** in the
Penn that won't see sunshine
Got princess cuts in my mouth, you could see sunshine, break bread
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above, okay
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above
Jumping in the slab,
Im bound to turn heads
In somethings blue red, running lights like the
FEDsMan I feel like
Pac, its all eyes on me
Sitting on 23s in the black
SUVA life of luxury thats the life for me
You can catch me at the mall, spending 15 thee
On the piece and chain, got rocks and rings
Hoes attitudes changed since
Im having thangs
Its hard to explain but thats the way it goes
Over night
I went from showing rocks, to rocking shows
Hoes that wouldnt speak, now they watching me
But Im trying to figure out is it the watch or me
Or the foreign car with the blue eyed lens
Its a bird its a plane, thats my made back
BenzIs we cutting or what, is what
Im asking her
In Texas she saw my chain, its a massacre, break bread
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above, okay
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
You breaking bread, whats up with it, whats up with it
Im turning heads, when
I enter the club
Im Gucci this
Fendi that,
Im all of the above
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