KirbLaGoop - ThoroughBread lyrics
[KirbLaGoop - ThoroughBread lyrics]
Yo Pierre, You wanna come outta here
Matrin Cruz Production yuum Yuum
Haha, haha i ain't fucking with these clout
Faggots round all way
I ain't your cousin, Diggin booty ass hoes
Don't try a G, Don't Try a G
We doin them down south
I can't fuck with them
Hunnid Hunnid, two hunnid hunnid thousen
I never sell my soul
(Yuum yuum, I never sell my soul)
God got me till i go (God got me till i go)
I can't worry about thous, im getting mine
(Gettin mine)
On dem xans, cuz im stressing all the time
(All Dem xans)
In the skreets, too much beef, im out my mind
(in Deem Skreetz) bouts don't worry
Im always out totting all my nine
(Im tottin fi´)
Go real in the field, ThoroughBread
(ThoroughBread)
You know killaz, you know drillaz
And dem dude gon hell
Gon send shots to dem boy, Leave em dead
(Leave em dead) is you really down to thug
Boy? bang what you say
Boy, playing what you said?
(heh?) For the clout?!
Only doin for the fieldz cuz
Thats what im bout
All this bullshit rap is coming out
(is coming out?)
I ain't none pulling fuck shit, all deez out
Its on lil mote grave, lil bro (lil mote)
I ain't never switch like a bitch
N going sell my soul
Cross the tracks where dem
Boyz throwin Four´z welcome down the sota
Ima show it how it goes
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones
Throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
(to ya home) momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(thou thou) playin with sticks and stones
Throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
(I love you mom)
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(on foam) playin with sticks and stones
Throughbread to the floor (Skrrt Skrrt)
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
(Whats you gonna do?) momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones
(Sticks and stones)
Throughbread to the floor
Matrin Cruz Production yuum Yuum
Haha, haha i ain't fucking with these clout
Faggots round all way
I ain't your cousin, Diggin booty ass hoes
Don't try a G, Don't Try a G
We doin them down south
I can't fuck with them
Hunnid Hunnid, two hunnid hunnid thousen
I never sell my soul
(Yuum yuum, I never sell my soul)
God got me till i go (God got me till i go)
I can't worry about thous, im getting mine
(Gettin mine)
On dem xans, cuz im stressing all the time
(All Dem xans)
In the skreets, too much beef, im out my mind
(in Deem Skreetz) bouts don't worry
Im always out totting all my nine
(Im tottin fi´)
Go real in the field, ThoroughBread
(ThoroughBread)
You know killaz, you know drillaz
And dem dude gon hell
Gon send shots to dem boy, Leave em dead
(Leave em dead) is you really down to thug
Boy? bang what you say
Boy, playing what you said?
(heh?) For the clout?!
Only doin for the fieldz cuz
Thats what im bout
All this bullshit rap is coming out
(is coming out?)
I ain't none pulling fuck shit, all deez out
Its on lil mote grave, lil bro (lil mote)
I ain't never switch like a bitch
N going sell my soul
Cross the tracks where dem
Boyz throwin Four´z welcome down the sota
Ima show it how it goes
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones
Throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
(to ya home) momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(thou thou) playin with sticks and stones
Throughbread to the floor
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
Momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
(I love you mom)
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(on foam) playin with sticks and stones
Throughbread to the floor (Skrrt Skrrt)
If it she notices on the dope to ya home
(Whats you gonna do?) momma cryin all alone
Thinking that shes on her own
On the block wit this pack til is gone
(im on dat hunnid)
Playin with sticks and stones
(Sticks and stones)
Throughbread to the floor