That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
A wise philosopher once said that
Bands'll make her dance
You want a Sexface
You better listen to that man
Want me to stand by you
Then you better love thy neighbor
Come up off them coins Papi
I don't do no favors
Don't you know who you f*cking with
I'm no amateur to this shit
Pay my bills don't just tip
Can't you see
I'm a pretty bitch
Off seasons I'm taxing
Don't see no money no relaxing
Up front in cash
You see my face
I ain't laughing
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Dear Mr. Sugar Daddy
Surround me with real Christians
Dior Lacroix Siriano Louboutin
Real Christians
It's not the having it's the getting
Elizabeth Taylor
If he ain't 'bout that life nigga
I ain't finna cater
Wet panties empty purse
What a f*cking sad case
Free smashing where they do that at
Y'all gon' learn today
When you're trying to see some ass and titts
Remember
Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend
Marilyn
I mean I'm a total Sexface
You got to break bread for these fruit snacks Papi
Off seasons I'm taxing
Don't see no money no relaxing
Up front in cash
You see my face
I ain't laughing
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
It's the Hiram Clarke Hipster
Oops! I took your mister
Know what I'm talking about
Break bread
Lovechild hoe
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That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
A wise philosopher once said that
Bands'll make her dance
You want a Sexface
You better listen to that man
Want me to stand by you
Then you better love thy neighbor
Come up off them coins Papi
I don't do no favors
Don't you know who you f*cking with
I'm no amateur to this shit
Pay my bills don't just tip
Can't you see
I'm a pretty bitch
Off seasons I'm taxing
Don't see no money no relaxing
Up front in cash
You see my face
I ain't laughing
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Dear Mr. Sugar Daddy
Surround me with real Christians
Dior Lacroix Siriano Louboutin
Real Christians
It's not the having it's the getting
Elizabeth Taylor
If he ain't 'bout that life nigga
I ain't finna cater
Wet panties empty purse
What a f*cking sad case
Free smashing where they do that at
Y'all gon' learn today
When you're trying to see some ass and titts
Remember
Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend
Marilyn
I mean I'm a total Sexface
You got to break bread for these fruit snacks Papi
Off seasons I'm taxing
Don't see no money no relaxing
Up front in cash
You see my face
I ain't laughing
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
It's the Hiram Clarke Hipster
Oops! I took your mister
Know what I'm talking about
Break bread
Lovechild hoe
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
A wise philosopher once said that
Bands'll make her dance
You want a Sexface
You better listen to that man
Want me to stand by you
Then you better love thy neighbor
Come up off them coins Papi
I don't do no favors
Don't you know who you f*cking with
I'm no amateur to this shit
Pay my bills don't just tip
Can't you see
I'm a pretty bitch
Off seasons I'm taxing
Don't see no money no relaxing
Up front in cash
You see my face
I ain't laughing
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Dear Mr. Sugar Daddy
Surround me with real Christians
Dior Lacroix Siriano Louboutin
Real Christians
It's not the having it's the getting
Elizabeth Taylor
If he ain't 'bout that life nigga
I ain't finna cater
Wet panties empty purse
What a f*cking sad case
Free smashing where they do that at
Y'all gon' learn today
When you're trying to see some ass and titts
Remember
Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend
Marilyn
I mean I'm a total Sexface
You got to break bread for these fruit snacks Papi
Off seasons I'm taxing
Don't see no money no relaxing
Up front in cash
You see my face
I ain't laughing
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
That nigga want my fruitsnacks
Every time he touch down
He come running back
Hmph
Yeah he be wilding
But if he don't break bread
He not a Christian
And p.s.
Break bread Break bread
Break bread Break bread
It's the Hiram Clarke Hipster
Oops! I took your mister
Know what I'm talking about
Break bread
Lovechild hoe
Writer: M. Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid