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Paul Wall - Break Bread lyrics
Break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread Break bread - 15x [Hook - 2x] You breaking bread, what's up with it You breaking bread, what's up with it I'm turning heads, when I enter the club I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above [Paul Wall] When it comes to jewelry, I'm like T.J. Ford Cause my diamonds, average bout 15 points All my T.V. VS, nothing less than the best So I guess, that means I got expensive breath But I'm more than just jewelry, I'm more than just ice But me looking like a scrub, just wouldn't safice I got rolls gold glowing, lap tops showing Bremie Louis the Thirteenth, to keep it flowing I can keep going and going, but what's the use You know I'm balling in the mix, cause I got the juice I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyes Boys can't knock it, I'm on the rise like a rocket Big bank take lil' bank, I let you pick which pocket My wrist glowing, like I stuck my hand in a socket It's Paul Wall can't nobody stop it, break bread [Hook - 2x] [Lew Hawk] I'm a star stunning nigga, when I step in the club Channel sets cross my wrist, just like a light bulb Got Gucci cross my feet, while I shock and rock Popping Crystal bottles, will make these hoes bop We some top notch playas, ain't no time for acting We need ATM machines, for the loot we stacking Better think shoot a fee, I bet it won't break me Plus I spend a few G's, up in VIP It's the currency, that make these hoochies hunch All they want is a hour fifty, t |
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