8BALL

8BALL - Bread & Butter lyrics

rate me

Keep it so good and for bread and butter never played a game

Niggers be acting, this unattractive pussy look so lame

Niggers are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent

The cops slippin’ somebody less fortunate gon’ take that shit

Snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, nigger that’s straight profit

Nigger that’s bills paid, nigger that’s cash in them pockets

Blame it on Bush, George1 and George2

For all the bullshit there is, brother goin’ through

Bill ass niggers gonna stay the real

Fuck ass niggers gon’ fade with

Hoe ass niggers gonna die of bitches

I’m strapped motherfucker don’t play with me

I’m turned up about my check

Still gettin’ money in my old project

Got two’s on deck

This bringin’ up the sack

I’da made a me like that

I was talkin’ ’bout trap, strap, kickin’ my back

Jumpin’ on the floor with the strap

Got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap

In this bitch cookin’ up crack

And you see what I drive, I’m high, fly

Ain’t shit a nigger can’t buy

And it’s me and my guys, I ride guy

I get to a bitch right now

Young nigger be Popeye, I ain’t gonna lie

I can see a bitch in your eyes

So I keep that vibe damn right

Imma go hard damn all the time

I’m out here chasin’ bread and butter

I faced a lot of strugglers

Just show this bitch I’m from the gutter

Watch me turn up on these suckers

Turn up

I know some gutter boys

I know some gutter girls

And they all live in the gutter world

I know some gutter boys

I know some gutter girls

And they all live in the gutter world

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

Gutter niggers don’t clamp in the shoots

Before you wanna plan this heat you better know how the gang goes

I see you servin’ them packs

And I hear you got the cracks

Mother fuck you got to hold them blocks all

But look at me, I gotta eat

I’m tryin’ to get up on my feet

I wanna work ‘em on this bitch with the bank roll

Imma have to let you down, Imma put that on the pound

Don’t frown cuz you know how the gang go

For the breand and butter, you gotta get your brother

Cuz he won’t understand if I come into hand

I gotta feed him and his mother

So let me cut around with all that floss

Nigger I got me a lunch time

Better play low key my nigger, these boys goin’ forward in my lunch line

If a nigger’s gonna eat, you gotta get murk

Then it’s what it’s gonna be

Got a couple niggers on your tinuend true night that I set it up

Force my feet, got a few gutter holes running these streets

Panning that out , playing that beat

If you don’t pound around nigger none of them weak

Playing with their money, watch your ass get beat in them streets

I know some gutter boys

I know some gutter girls

And they all live in the gutter world

I know some gutter boys

I know some gutter girls

And they all live in the gutter world

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

Born in the gutter

Raised in the gutter

Guess you could say I’m a gutter motherfucker

Don’t play it brown with you motherfucker suckers

No love for a sneeze, no love for a buster

Hustle, nigger, all I know

Hit the bricks, nigger, get that dough

Don’t play no game, I pimp a hoe

Miff a Tennessee nigger with a country flow

This cup and this blunt got me smoke

That bread and butter got me on go

Cuz a nigger from the gutter don’t mean that a nigger can’t go and get that case whole

That bread and butter

That shit make me gut a gutter

That bread and butter

That shit make me gut a gutter

I swear the bread and butter just keep callin’ me

Keep it comin’ out hard like ballin’ G

Pimp the lyrics of a pimp, that’s a part of me

So ruthless, these streets coldhearted me

Livin’ stunt half all the way to Crystal Street

East Side till the nigger rest in peace

See that money make a nigger do crazy thangs

Wanna hang your bang for the chains of fame

Who’s that with that fat man drinkin’ that cognacA

Ready for combat bitches

TMack don’t need no hothead woman

Your ball better take care of order

I’m in the city with killers and thugs who don’t give a damn about sellin’ no drugs

Memphis inside of me

Real niggers ride with me cuz in the heart of the city’s no love

Yea hoe, I’m from Memphis

That owed me cuz you know what that’s likeA

Yea hoe, that shit is cutthroat

No love hoe, we shoot on sight (yea hoe)

Pick that bitch you fuckin’ with

She suck my homie dick Sally

She needed a rent paid week

Fuck about that’s all we hall it

I’m sayin’ no

Ain’t no love in the city when it comes to a weak motherfucker

Tryin’ to act hard in the street

Then we look him in his eyes

Take his money then we leave him in the gutter

I’m sayin’ no

I’m watchin’ the people observin’ your every move

Bitch please make your next move be your best move bitch

I know some gutter boys

I know some gutter girls

And they all live in the gutter world

I know some gutter boys

I know some gutter girls

And they all live in the gutter world

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

For their bread and butter

They go gut a gutter

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