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doughnuts - bledjon lyrics

verse 1
i need a stack in the chips, i mean an actual grip
if you relax then you’re history, don’t ask me again
i need to bag them like 10 mil, not bragging but for real
sagging from skrill, you lag while i get bills
not having the three meals got me needing benjamin’s
i haven’t eaten dinner yet, i’m thinner, it is evident
sever what i’m trying to do through my bind of poverty
get the guac, a lot of cheese, without committing robberies
mamma, please for me cook up that old recipe
i’m trying to eat; i’m weak, look you stopped. how old? thirteen!
so now, i want greenbacks. get a whip and lean back
stroll over to a clean pad. i’m feigning, i need that
oh silly rabbit, thought tricks are for kids?
well, that used to be the case, but i know tricks that got bids
so, i’m pinched in a trench to get ends to the end
got my chicks and my men to get rich say amen

chorus 2x
i need that bread that dough… (i need them donuts though)
no car to roll, i know… (to spin them donuts slow)
you know i’m low so broke… (can’t get no donut holes)
i need to glaze and more… (i’m really donuts yo!)

homie, i gotta eat and get this bread a lot of wheat
my wage don’t really pay need to raise a lot of yeast
feast on apple fritters and maple bars for dinner
at least snapple and old fashioned as i ration through the winter
lent up in my jeans, but can’t get rid of this dream
the cream will fill the dough until it splits at the seams. know what i mean?
i’m just that broke kid, while my bro’s are smoking
i’m just trying to get dough so i can flow and focus
if i win the lotto? buy a crib with a fridge of bottles
vodka, and milk for cereal. here we go i see the models
all up on your boy. i know the secrets of victoria
flew down here from florida and no i’m not ignoring ya
i’m thinking cha-ching, nameen? expanding on this paper boy!
got dude all up in the forbes. hit s&p we making noise
taking your station, i’m making more bacon
thank you lord. thank him, said “thank you lord!” (later)

really grinded, i remember it was not that long ago:
the holes in my girbauds, phoned a friend to borrow clothes
for i might be going psycho like i’m a donut store;
no voodoo or gordough for my soul quid pro quo!
you can’t blame me for getting paid see
was looking crazy, now i make it rain g’s
took trips to play ski. call me a contortionist
flex this ice that’s on my wrist would make you “awe” and swallow spit!
the hollow kid is raw. so follow this novel
this ain’t it. oh, naw! ripping it don’t stop
on me i got pockets full of dead presidents
was trying to get a sandwich, but mana feels so heaven sent
evidently, all you need is thee green
might be wrong, we’ll see if money is thee key
vividly, i’ve seen some things spiral down so rapidly
so, i’m steady stacking for the fact that it just may happen to me

chorus 2x
i got that bread that dough… (i got them donuts though)
a car to roll fasho… (to spin them donuts slow)
i was low so broke… (but got them donuts holes)
now i glaze and more… (i’m really donuts yo!)

- bledjon lyrics

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