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Kevin Gates - Thought I Heard Bread Winners Anthem Lyrics

Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they wanna break one
Thought I heard somebody say
they wanna break one

Me and my lil ho, we be out in public
Catchin' feelin's
I be fuckin' ho without the rubber
Kick a bitch ass, go to jail
beat up a brother
Disrespect me, I'ma die
that's just how I'm comin'
Shots fired, they playin'
they just might hit me
Mic check, smash the gas
let the light catch 'em
Catch you with your clique
and do somethin' bad
Talkin' shit that you was talkin' on the gram
My momma taught me
how to not be loyal to a woman
They gon' let your lawyer partner rip
when you not lookin'
Success is nothin', I'm thuggin'
I'm goin' out my mind
When shawty brought that pressure
you was scared to go outside
Talkin' bout me bad to ciana but it's obvious
Cause I'm gettin' cash like ciana
buyin' property
I'm the truth, chosen one
couple niggas said it
Why you mad at kevin gates?
Ain't you gettin' paper

Thought I heard somebody
say they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Show my ass, won't pull up my pants
let me do my dance
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants
let me do my dance
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants
let me do my dance
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants
let me do my dance

Lookin' mark at me, that fraud
I'm bout to step on somethin'
Got a house full of puppies
better not step on nothin'
Where these niggas was
when I used to sell rocks?
Shoutout everybody in the work and sell block
Me and you with the 30 round glock
Breadwinner run party rockin' non-stop
Say you sorry, go let God forgive you
I don't hear ya
Note to self
them niggas ain't really fuckin' witcha
Note to self
them niggas been gettin' comfortable
Rap your ass off when you tired
that shit'll humble you
I don't get tired
when you tired it come from under you
Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do
Cocaine in the streets, mc hammer
Bumpin' the steven carol
with the black bandana
Ce-loo nigga, concentration camp anthem
Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped
held up for ransom

Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Jay lewis, do the jay lewis
watch that geaux yella
Margielas, bumpin' gold yellow with a cold

Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Thought I heard somebody say
they was a bread winner
Got it out the mud and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard