Kevin Gates – Thought I Heard (Bread Winner’s Anthem)

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Kevin Gates and this music is titled “Thought I Heard (Bread Winner’s Anthem)”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Islah” And it was released in the year 2016.

 

 

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Lyrics

[Hook]

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one

Thought I heard somebody say they wanna break one

 

[Verse 1]

Me and my lil hoe, we be out in public

Catchin’ feelin’s, I be fuckin’ her without no rubber

Kick a bitch ass, go to jail, beat up her brother

Disrespect me, I’ma die, that’s just how I’m comin’

Shots fired, they just playin’, they just might empty

Mic check, smash the gas, let the light catch ’em

Catch you with your clique and do somethin’ bad

Talkin’ shit that you was talkin’ on the ‘Gram

My momma taught me how to not be loyal to a woman

They gon’ let your loyal partner rip when you not lookin’

Success is nothin’, I’m thuggin’, I’m goin’ out my mind

When shawty brought that pressure you was scared to go outside

Talkin’ bout me bad to Ciana but it’s obvious

‘Cause I’m gettin’ cash like Ciana, buyin’ property

I’m the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said it

Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain’t you gettin’ paper

 

[Hook]

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

 

[Pre-Hook]

Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance

Show my ass, won’t pull up my pants, let me do my dance

 

[Verse 2]

Look here boy, gimme that rod, I’m ’bout to step on somethin’

Got a house full of puppies, better not step on nothin’

Where these niggas was when I used to sell rocks?

Shoutout everybody in the working cell block

Me and Molly ah with the 30 round Glock

Breadwinner Ron party rockin’ non-stop

Say you sorry, go let God forgive you, I don’t hear ya

Note to self, them niggas ain’t really fuckin’ witcha

Note to self, them niggas been gettin’ comfortable

Rap your ass off when you tired, that shit’ll humble you

I don’t get tired, when you tired it come from under you

Jump by, jump on songs, do what a grinder do

Cocaine in the streets, MC Hammer

Bumpin’ the Steven Carol with the black bandana

C-Loc nigga, concentration camp anthem

Sippy you get jacked, kidnapped, held up for ransom

 

[Hook]

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

 

[Bridge]

Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella

Margielas, bumpin’ gold yellow with a cold Stella

Jay Lewis, do the Jay Lewis, watch that Geaux Yella

Margielas, bumpin’ gold yellow with a cold Stella

 

[Hook]

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Thought I heard somebody say they was a bread winner

Got it out the mud and I got it hard

All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard

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