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Bread Head
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Bread Head은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2021년 10월 27일일에 Arena Music Productions, LLC에서 발매되었습니다.Do It For Demon
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발매일2021년 10월 27일
라벨Arena Music Productions, LLC
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
SahBabii
SahBabii
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Saaheem Valdery
Saaheem Valdery
작사가 겸 작곡가
Rockim Valdery
Rockim Valdery
작사가 겸 작곡가
Don Paschall
Don Paschall
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
DP Beats
DP Beats
프로듀서
Sage Skolfield
Sage Skolfield
믹싱 엔지니어
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
믹싱 엔지니어

가사

[Chorus]
Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
[Verse 1]
Play it in the back of my head a couple times, see if I'm wrong
Spin this bitch one more time, let's see if they gone
Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone
I got dicks on all of my guns, they pussy, let's see if they moan
When it's time to dance on the battlefield, we leaving our phones
Don't come outside with that fake gangster shit, leave it at home
Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome
The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first ones gone
He not a killer, it's the drugs
Turn a **** block to a motherfucking rug
You can't hide in the city, we know every club
Slide on them bitches, they bloody and shitty
He got a hundred, he got a fifty
Run through boxes of bullets tryna fill up these titties
I might spin a block with him, then spin him, this shit get tricky
[Chorus]
Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
[Verse 2]
We don't give no fuck 'bout what they doing, so why they worried 'bout us?
Your mans was in the street, you wasn't gangster, on the curb hollering
You said you bust who head? ****, who dead? We ain't heard 'bout you
It's gon' be some shit coming behind that body, I'm droppin' turds 'bout em
I'm fuckin' this bitch and spreadin' them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink
Dick riding keep gettin' them **** killed, I love when them hoes link
Blackout 'bout my bros, fuck around, get a darker skin color
I only ride with **** that's tryna change your skin color
Yeah, bread on his head, tryna make a **** wonder
Sent the **** up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder
When we pull up on them ****, I'ma leave a fucking puddle
And if a **** fold, that's out of my control, you know?
[Chorus]
Long live the Demon, he gon' come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Written by: Don Jarmel Paschall, Saaheem Valdery, Unknown Composer
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