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Vyb3zz - Make sum bread Lyrics



Vyb3zz - Make sum bread Lyrics
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Yeah, I don't really wanna sleep, I wanna make some bread
You the type to be in room and wanna lay on bed
Yeah, I know that she like in the tats, that's why them legs is spread
We f*ckin' till the morning, all night while her body dead
I hop in the Stu no paper, I don't need no sheet
I know she f*ckin' with a kid, cause they know he unique
I spent a couple on this fit, but got a band on feet
And I got a BB on my belt, so I'll make sure you keep
Yeah, I got a bad bitch in my room that I make sure I keep
I know you a hater, alligator, dirty, you where you be
Muddy in this cup it give me eyes to make sure that I see
Third eye in the sky, I'm super fly, you know why I should be
Yeah, let me take a hit
I know that you ain't gon' be what I want, cause I'll never quit
This shit ain't no Madden, got the sack and I ain't run no blitz
I go to the mall, I'm just gon' buy her, not care if it fits
I don't really wanna sleep, I wanna make some bread
You the type to be in a room and wanna lay on bed
Yeah, I know that she like in the tats, that's why them legs isspread
And we f*ckin' till the morning, all night while her body dead
I hop in this new wallpaper, I don't need no sheet
I know she f*ckin' with a kid, cause they know he unique
I spent a couple on this fit, but got a band on feet
And I got a BB on my belt, so I'll make sure you keep
Yeah, I can never take no break, no, I can't take an L
I'm always lookin' for some profit, tryna make a sale
I'm always gettin' somethin' new, it's comin' through the mail
You was 19 up in high school, cause you could not spell
Yeah, you can't tell me how to live, you livin' bell to bell
I got these people on my band, like, bitch, get off my trail
I'm gettin' pretty princess treatment my girl, gon' do my nails
And you tryna live up to an image that you could not sell
Yeah, he got my bro, he use his eyes, he never need a scale
Call me a rapper, like, I'm juice I just be wishing well
I got a couple of them secrets, I will never tell
Yeah, I'ma saint up in dis bihh' yeah, you gon' be in hell
I don't really wanna sleep, I wanna make some bread
You the type to be in a room and wanna lay on bed
Yeah, I know that she like in the tats, that's why them legs is spread
And we f*ckin' till the morning, all night while her body dead
I hop in this new wallpaper, I don't need no sheet
I know she f*ckin' with a kid, cause they know he unique
I spent a couple on this bitch, but got a band on feet
And I got B.B. on my belt, so I'll make sure you peep
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Yeah, I don't really wanna sleep, I wanna make some bread
You the type to be in room and wanna lay on bed
Yeah, I know that she like in the tats, that's why them legs is spread
We f*ckin' till the morning, all night while her body dead
I hop in the Stu no paper, I don't need no sheet
I know she f*ckin' with a kid, cause they know he unique
I spent a couple on this fit, but got a band on feet
And I got a BB on my belt, so I'll make sure you keep
Yeah, I got a bad bitch in my room that I make sure I keep
I know you a hater, alligator, dirty, you where you be
Muddy in this cup it give me eyes to make sure that I see
Third eye in the sky, I'm super fly, you know why I should be
Yeah, let me take a hit
I know that you ain't gon' be what I want, cause I'll never quit
This shit ain't no Madden, got the sack and I ain't run no blitz
I go to the mall, I'm just gon' buy her, not care if it fits
I don't really wanna sleep, I wanna make some bread
You the type to be in a room and wanna lay on bed
Yeah, I know that she like in the tats, that's why them legs isspread
And we f*ckin' till the morning, all night while her body dead
I hop in this new wallpaper, I don't need no sheet
I know she f*ckin' with a kid, cause they know he unique
I spent a couple on this fit, but got a band on feet
And I got a BB on my belt, so I'll make sure you keep
Yeah, I can never take no break, no, I can't take an L
I'm always lookin' for some profit, tryna make a sale
I'm always gettin' somethin' new, it's comin' through the mail
You was 19 up in high school, cause you could not spell
Yeah, you can't tell me how to live, you livin' bell to bell
I got these people on my band, like, bitch, get off my trail
I'm gettin' pretty princess treatment my girl, gon' do my nails
And you tryna live up to an image that you could not sell
Yeah, he got my bro, he use his eyes, he never need a scale
Call me a rapper, like, I'm juice I just be wishing well
I got a couple of them secrets, I will never tell
Yeah, I'ma saint up in dis bihh' yeah, you gon' be in hell
I don't really wanna sleep, I wanna make some bread
You the type to be in a room and wanna lay on bed
Yeah, I know that she like in the tats, that's why them legs is spread
And we f*ckin' till the morning, all night while her body dead
I hop in this new wallpaper, I don't need no sheet
I know she f*ckin' with a kid, cause they know he unique
I spent a couple on this bitch, but got a band on feet
And I got B.B. on my belt, so I'll make sure you peep
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Writer: Vyb3zz Genesis
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Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Vyb3zz Genesis

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