Tunde - Loaf Man lyrics

[Tunde - Loaf Man lyrics]

Big bread, loaf man hit'squad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program
Big bread, loaf man hit'squad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program

They call me the loaf man
Any violations, man throw bread on it
This new brick just came TT with
A German footballers head on it
Plus it's a new link so you know I told
Little man that he's gotta bring that stick
I can see good signs already cos there's
Bare axle grease on the brick
You've gotta keep it raw for the hood lines
Everyone traps, there's 100 players
I'm sick of grabbing these tops in Corona
It's always comin' with a hundred layers
We've got these Manchester
Trap lines boomin'


We're the second largest out of the city
This one came over by a half Oz so I
Told bro pass it all out to the nitties
Hard work and dedication pays off but there's
Certain methods to make them cats ring
Plugs should thank me
The amount of people I've motivated
To start this trap ting
The way I've got skills in the kitchen
I could've been a master chef and
Wrote me a cook book
I like Debadging hypos, ding dongs
In it for the speeds
Not in it for a good look
Put that pedal to the metal
Double clutchin' swervin corners
Tellin boy laters
People try tarnish my name when
They lie on it
But them man are just jealous and haters
This could be you too but are you ready
To sacrifice your life to this raw packet
I just gave 2 bands in Harrods
For this new oblique Dior jacket

Big bread, loaf man hit'squad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program
Big bread, loaf man hit'squad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program

Can't use the same heat twice
And my links locked up
So I had to link up with the bait Turks
I post straps in the states but not the UK
Them man mustn't know how the game works
Flows very unique
Plus I've got mad beats so the
Fans heads bop like Churchill
Put people on their feet and
Stuck to the code and the street t's washed
More white than Persil
Slap rubber bands on my stacks
And didn't waste doe
That's mumsys purse full
Cracked on and kept my head down in my own
Lane so I'm steady winning race like a turtle
Feds tried to fuck with the movement
Put me in jail just as I
Got booked for the Wireless
You might catch me in the same clothes in my
Music vids cos round ere
We don't use stylists
But, you know I'm winnin' that trial
Not guilty or the wait
T ain't got time for probation
N' I can never let a leng one hold
My stick cos she'll snitch with no hesitation
Man hunt, Tiggy it
Garden trottin', garden trottin'
Can't lie that was the fun days
Now we're croppin' and we're shottin'
While the 5-O are plottin'
Never leave doe where your mum stays
I flex rolly's and buss downs
Like the east side
Fuck the chicken up man, reast in peace
I like tings that are lookin' all mad from
The back just like a E53 Coupe
Hella hypos and poles in my section so you
Know that's 4 pipes in a 4 pipe
My the way I had to bring it back
Cos food came too weak like a fortnight

Big bread, loaf man hit'squad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program
Big bread, loaf man hit'squad, smoke man
Grit bricks, coke gang
Catch up with the program

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