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bread & butter - 8ball lyrics

keep it so good and for bread and b-tter never played a game
n-gg-rs be acting, this unattractive p-ssy look so lame
n-gg-rs are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent
the cops slippin’ somebody less fortunate gon’ take that sh-t
snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, n-gg-r that’s straight profit
n-gg-r that’s bills paid, n-gg-r that’s cash in them pockets
blame it on bush, george1 and george2
for all the bullsh-t there is, brother goin’ through
bill -ss n-gg-rs gonna stay the real
f-ck -ss n-gg-rs gon’ fade with
hoe -ss n-gg-rs gonna die of b-tches
i’m strapped motherf-cker don’t play with me
i’m turned up about my check
still gettin’ money in my old project
got two’s on deck
this bringin’ up the sack
i’da made a me like that
i was talkin’ ‘bout trap, strap, kickin’ my back
jumpin’ on the floor with the strap
got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap
in this b-tch cookin’ up crack
and you see what i drive, i’m high, fly
ain’t sh-t a n-gg-r can’t buy
and it’s me and my guys, i ride guy
i get to a b-tch right now
young n-gg-r be popeye, i ain’t gonna lie
i can see a b-tch in your eyes
so i keep that vibe d-mn right
imma go hard d-mn all the time
i’m out here chasin’ bread and b-tter
i faced a lot of strugglers
just show this b-tch i’m from the gutter
watch me turn up on these suckers
turn up

i know some gutter boys
i know some gutter girls
and they all live in the gutter world
i know some gutter boys
i know some gutter girls
and they all live in the gutter world
for their bread and b-tter
they go gut a gutter
for their bread and b-tter
they go gut a gutter
for their bread and b-tter
they go gut a gutter
for their bread and b-tter
they go gut a gutter

gutter n-gg-rs don’t clamp in the shoots
before you wanna plan this heat you better know how the gang goes
i see you servin’ them packs
and i hear you got the cracks
mother f-ck you got to hold them blocks all
but look at me, i gotta eat
i’m tryin’ to get up on my feet
i wanna work ‘em on this b-tch with the bank roll
imma have to let you down, imma put that on the pound
don’t frown cuz you know how the gang go
for the breand and b-tter, you gotta get your brother
cuz he won’t understand if i come into hand
i gotta feed him and his mother
so let me cut around with all that floss
n-gg-r i got me a lunch time
better play low key my n-gg-r, these boys goin’ forward in my lunch line
if a n-gg-r’s gonna eat, you gotta get murk
then it’s what it’s gonna be
got a couple n-gg-rs on your tinuend true night that i set it up
force my feet, got a few gutter holes running these streets
panning that out , playing that beat
if you don’t pound around n-gg-r none of them weak
playing with their money, watch your -ss get beat in them streets

born in the gutter
raised in the gutter
guess you could say i’m a gutter motherf-cker
don’t play it brown with you motherf-cker suckers
no love for a sneeze, no love for a buster
hustle, n-gg-r, all i know
hit the bricks, n-gg-r, get that dough
don’t play no game, i pimp a hoe
miff a tennessee n-gg-r with a country flow
this cup and this blunt got me smoke
that bread and b-tter got me on go
cuz a n-gg-r from the gutter don’t mean that a n-gg-r can’t go and get that case whole
that bread and b-tter
that sh-t make me gut a gutter
that bread and b-tter
that sh-t make me gut a gutter
i swear the bread and b-tter just keep callin’ me
keep it comin’ out hard like ballin’ g
pimp the lyrics of a pimp, that’s a part of me
so ruthless, these streets coldhearted me
livin’ stunt half all the way to crystal street
east side till the n-gg-r rest in peace
see that money make a n-gg-r do crazy thangs
wanna hang your bang for the chains of fame
who’s that with that fat man drinkin’ that cognac?
ready for combat b-tches
tmack don’t need no hothead woman
your ball better take care of order
i’m in the city with killers and thugs who don’t give a d-mn about sellin’ no drugs
memphis inside of me
real n-gg-rs ride with me cuz in the heart of the city’s no love
yea hoe, i’m from memphis
that owed me cuz you know what that’s like?
yea hoe, that sh-t is cutthroat
no love hoe, we shoot on sight (yea hoe)
pick that b-tch you f-ckin’ with
she suck my homie d-ck sally
she needed a rent paid week
f-ck about that’s all we hall it
i’m sayin’ no
ain’t no love in the city when it comes to a weak motherf-cker
tryin’ to act hard in the street
then we look him in his eyes
take his money then we leave him in the gutter
i’m sayin’ no
i’m watchin’ the people observin’ your every move
b-tch please make your next move be your best move b-tch

- 8ball lyrics

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