Break Bread - Yuri Joness: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Break Bread

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Break Bread fue lanzado el 22 de junio de 2018 por Columbia como parte del álbum Break Bread - Single

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumBreak Bread - Single

Fecha de lanzamiento22 de junio de 2018

Sello discográficoColumbia

LanguageEnglish

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM82

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Yuri Joness

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Yuri Joness

Composición

John D. Norris III

John D. Norris III

Composición

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Tre Trax

Producción

Khaleel "Zeus" Anderson

Khaleel "Zeus" Anderson

Ingeniería de grabación

Patrick Karnik

Masterización

Letra

[Verse 1]

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit

Break bread with my ****, now we lit

I just need a cool hunnid on my wrist

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip

Your girl with me in a six

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick

I don't ever break bread with a bitch

**** throwing shots, but they always miss

[Verse 2]

What you talking 'bout? I'm getting money now

I ain't flexing, I'm just tryna get my mama out

I found another route, already mapped it out

Tell the club owner I'ma get him another couch

Two tone on my wrist, that's a bust down

Bottle service every time we in the club now

Why you creeping into the section? You not allowed

**** fight over pussy that we just pass around

I get money from another world, Jimmy Neutron

Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a futon

I ain't nothing like these other ****, don't compare me

And they done put me in the booth, and now it's getting scary

No co-signs, fuck a feature, I'ma get it on my own

Baby, I ain't tryna see it, just leave me the fuck alone

**** shooting up in the club, I'm going pro

You an't got enough money, so you can't take her home

[Verse 3]

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit

Break bread with my ****, now we lit

I just need a cool hunnid on my wrist

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip

Your girl with me in a six

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick

I don't ever break bread with a bitch

**** throwing shots, but they always miss

[Verse 4]

Get some head and make a track, kill two birds with one stone

That lil' boy ain't with the shits, he just talking out his dome

Told my mama that I'ma get her a million dollar home

So I could smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear a tone

What you doing, girl? Let me interrupt your plans

And why you pressed 'cause ain't comment on your Instagram?

And I support the hustle, but no, I am not a fan

Ain't gotta front for nobody, this is just who I am

I know the money is coming, the hunger just made me want it

My first influence was a trapper, so I went to a onion

Too many bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe

And all these winners up in my circle, she can't leave, yeah

Hood ****, but I party like a rock star

Happy to say, never been inside a cop car

Switching them lanes in that new GT-R

Go 'head and try it, I don't think you gon' get far

[Verse 5]

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit

Break bread with my ****, now we lit

I just need a cool hunnid on my wrist

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip

Your girl with me in a six

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick

I don't ever break bread with a bitch

**** throwing shots, but they always miss

Written by: John D. Norris III, Yuri Joness

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