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Featuring Maino (Pre-Hook) So you made it into the club So walk a thousand times bro Point out them haters they gonna get the caliber Every day it's a new bitch on the calendar Bring out some rack so walk the fucking stylin (Hook) Ye that bread bout that fucking bread Bout that fucking bread Getting head getting fucking head Getting fucking head Bout that bread bout that fucking bread Bout that fucking bread Getting head getting fucking head Getting fucking head (Verse) Don't sleep , leather in the bed leather in the bed Unless you sleep with your baby mom getting fucking head In the trap counting fucking bread, counting fucking bread Try and creep feel that fucking lay , feel that fucking lay I be gone on these bitches, counting all my riches That ass big I mean so big might bend it up when I'm slipping Letras de cancionesBroke talk don't fit us your girl all of my bitches We in the club we spend a mil before the feds come get us Celebrate myself ye I'm proud of me Mommy put your lips on me that's the policy Ye your boys spit crack now let's try and keep She don't understand english just swallow me Might've met her in can, might've met her on the east side Links marvin bitch I'ma show you how we ride Ghost parked outside just me and my chica I don't know about y'all but me and my niggas beef on (Pre-Hook) So you made it into the club So walk a thousand times bro Point out them haters they gonna get the caliber Every day it's a new bitch on the calendar Bring out some rack so walk the fucking stylin (Hook) Ye that bread bout that fucking bread Bout that fucking bread Getting head getting fucking head Getting fucking head Bout that bread bout that fucking bread Bout that fucking bread Getting head getting fucking head Getting fucking head (Verse) I'm bout that bread, that fucking bread I'm bout that bread I said bitch please don't bite the head Don't bite the head Now bring your friend just bring your friend Come bless me please Now both go in Ye both go in, oh lucky me I'm on that certified boo boo shit RIP to my old bitch Fuck you and your whole team Can't defend against my offence Step aside of my office You wanna roll with that black mom Wanna ride with them real niggas Wanna live better ask God Fast cars like Nascar, blast off like NASA Be a part of that Mafia Machine gun and a black op We about bread nigga fuck fame Ron Browz with the champagne 30 bitches, 30 swivels You live that it's not a game (Pre-Hook) So you made it into the club So walk a thousand times bro Point out them haters they gonna get the caliber Every day it's a new bitch on the calendar Bring out some rack so walk the fucking stylin (Hook) Ye that bread bout that fucking bread Bout that fucking bread Getting head getting fucking head Getting fucking head Bout that bread bout that fucking bread Bout that fucking bread Getting head getting fucking head Getting fucking head From Letras Mania