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letra de bread n butta - jd on tha track

[intro]
jd on the track

[chorus: calboy>]
i had some blood on my hands
i got some blood on my money
i put some bread on his head
my lil’ shooter done got him some money
i said f-ck n-gga you had it comin’
i said f-ck n-gga you had it comin’
i felt bad had to pop at my cousin
used to post on that block i been thuggin’
15 deep we ain’t sleep in no bed
me and bro on the floor with the covers
come from nothin’ was not under cover
swear that pain be makin’ me wonder
dropped on me and i make that b-tch stutter
don’t go losing your head for nothin’
i try hard for that bread and b-tter
i try hard for that bread and b-tter

[verse 1: calboy]
ran up a whole hundred racks now i’m thumbin’
i did that sh-t for my mother
i did that sh-t for my brother
think about pain and i pour up the mud
i got a dark cloud
i just be prayin’ to god when will it be sunny
not showin’ no heart now
most of these b-tches be fried no i ain’t no dummy
these n-ggas be buggin’
i never seen not a penny from none of you n-ggas when i ain’t had nothin’
if i’m never showin’ no love then none of these b-tches would still be f-ckin’
my shorty get wild, wild, wild
he pull up and shoot up the function
i got a glizzy might bust it
my shooter gon’ get him a body
d-mn, this sh-t get crazy we from the bas-m-nt
n-gga just talkin’ leave him on the pavement
i got a hundred round drum it go brazy
yeah, yeah
we gettin’ faded we gettin’ wasted
sh-t that i witnessed you probably couldn’t take it
gave her, her heart and i’m probably gon’ break it
[chorus: calboy]
i had some blood on my hands
i got some blood on my money
i put some bread on his head
my lil’ shooter done got him some money
i said f-ck n-gga you had it comin’
i said f-ck n-gga you had it comin’
i felt bad had to pop at my cousin
used to post on that block i been thuggin’
15 deep we ain’t sleep in no bed
me and bro on the floor with the covers
come from nothin’ was not under cover
swear that pain be makin’ me wonder
dropped on me and i make that b-tch stutter
don’t go losing your head for nothin’
i try hard for that bread and b-tter
i try hard for that bread and b-tter

[verse 2: borges]
eu tenho sangue nas minhas mãos
eu vou atirar nesse cara, porque ele é x9, eu não aceito perdão
o tráfico domina a minha cidade, preciso me manter bandido
por todos meus manos que já se foi’, eu espero que cuidem do amigo
todos eles me amavam, então eu vou fazer isso
ficar muito rico
tudo que eu tenho feito é ficar muito rico
não caio perante o inimigo
eles querem a minha morte mas são recebidos a tiros
piar no miolo é 90 soldado’ por isso eu nem ligo
não vão me trancar no camarim do estado, mais uma vez
hoje eu tenho show lotado e um coração vazio
se deus é por nós, quem será contra nós?
esse é o desabafo de um jovem bandido
[chorus: calboy]
i had some blood on my hands
i got some blood on my money
i put some bread on his head
my lil’ shooter done got him some money
i said f-ck n-gga you had it comin’
i said f-ck n-gga you had it comin’
i felt bad had to pop at my cousin
used to post on that block i been thuggin’
15 deep we ain’t sleep in no bed
me and bro on the floor with the covers
come from nothin’ was not under cover
swear that pain be makin’ me wonder
dropped on me and i make that b-tch stutter
don’t go losing your head for nothin’
i try hard for that bread and b-tter
i try hard for that bread and b-tter

- jd on tha track

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