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Featuring Waka Flocka Flame & PeeWee Longway (Hook: Gucci Mane) I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast and I’m cookin’ dope for breakfast I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast (Verse 1: Gucci Mane) Bitin’ on my lip for breakfast, can’t serve that trick unless… We on two different levels, Flock said he just came from Belgium My trap house right off Gresham, I’m so goddamn successful She ate my dick for dinner then she ate my lips for breakfast Got a big booty bitch with some nice size titties Baby so fine, gotta let her ride with me She the type of bitch gets an F550 You the type of bitch can’t get one penny Smoke 75 blunts in one minute I ain’t finna eat no Denny’s or Wendy’s I sure ain’t broke and I sure ain’t friendly I don’t flash shows if the show got plenty In the show slow walk then I won’t get skinny Letras de cancionesPour the lean so dark that it look like Henny It’s breakfast time and y’all niggas come get it If you wanna go to war, pussy nigga I’m with it I peeped it, you piece of shit Try to creep on, nigga, I seen it Put a beam on a nigga for treason I’ll kill a fuck nigga, no reason (Hook: Gucci Mane) I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast and I’m cookin’ dope for breakfast I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast (Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame) Pocket full of mollies, sellin pounds out the window Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kilo Get it fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single Motherfuck these niggas, what the Hell they sayin’? Crossed over, still stay ‘hood Steel top on my Phantom hood Can’t cook dope but a nigga shoot good Got your baby mama walkin’ on my hardwood Orange juice and five Backwoods for breakfast 80,000 dollars on a young nigga necklace Can’t hit the club if them hoes ain’t naked Waka Flocka Flame cutthroat damn reckless Niggas throwin bands when they hear this racket Pocket full of hundreds, don’t do no debit Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded Brick Squad hittin’ lanes, found the exit Smoke another pound, my nigga Where the fuck you from? Throw your ‘hood up, nigga Diamonds in my mouth, can’t do golds, my nigga Shorty be boozed, kicked back on the leather Keep it real, chase cheddar She’ll fuck for some red-bottoms and a Givenchy sweater That hoe ain’t shit – type of bitch that set me up PeeWee in the cut with a scrap and a double cup She ain’t see him… (Hook: Gucci Mane) I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast and I’m cookin’ dope for breakfast I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast (Verse 3: PeeWee Longway) In the morning I’m still geekin’, lickin’ Miley Cyrus for breakfast Three bad bitches from the Playboy Mansion, I’m PeeWee Longway Hefner Got pink double-sealed in my refrigerator, I pour mud up for breakfast Got a place, said he want a load of collard greens Meet me on Metropolitan at the Burger King Went out for breakfast, nigga, me and Waka and Gucci Just finessed it up, $4,000 gas, pass in a Bentley truck We eat rats, that’s how we get full If you a rat, we got the semi-auto full, boy Took your ice in, that shit, I ain’t Bird Catch a tail from the light I’ll come and make this year 2013 I tip, tryna calm my whip Rappers talkin’ ‘bout the table, countin’ up my chips Sippin’ on mud, drinkin’ out the mug With a nigga misses, boy, I know he pissed Lean got me trippin’, is it workin’? Shit… One day, I ain’t gon’ hurt you, bitch Y’all know the rest, it’s my breakfast, bitch Trust me not, punk, fuck you, shit Molly on me, bitch, the lean on me, bitch Go ahead all with them hash and grits (Hook: Gucci Mane) I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast and I’m cookin’ dope for breakfast I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast From Letras Mania