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Bread Long
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bread Long was released on July 2, 2023 by GOSO Music Group LLC as a part of the album Built Different
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Release DateJuly 2, 2023
LabelGOSO Music Group LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Spelmon
Travis Spelmon
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wow, wow, wow, wow
We really put **** in position, you dig
Don't talk
We slammin', we primus, ****
Headshot
Sicker than a **** laid in a hospital bed
Bitch got long throat, she givin' all type of good head
Changed for the money, boy, I think not
**** all over your back like it's a tank top
I be trappin', it's pouring raining fuck a raindrop
**** quit the name drop, wonder why a **** Name hot
88, baby, yeah, that's the more street raised me
**** stay drippin' like I was fresh out the Navy
Money stack like I'm part of the casino
Swervin' that Bentley truck like it's a Rego
I'm that one **** from the five, TMT, Bo
Soon as the beef get started, let me stretch, here We go
Can't one **** come tell me what I can't do
I be waitin' to shoot this blick, ****, thank you
Body drippin' all red like a **** tryin' to paint you
Everybody dyin', I guess this death is what it came To
**** grew up, **** actin' tough now
You smoke backwood, now **** need a dutch now
Move when I want to, I'm never in a rush now
My timing is everything, like I just bought a bus down
Pullin' up in big bodies, bitch, that bread long
Take a bitch for her body, now her head gone
Fuck a bitch once and tell her she can head home
I'm ready to have **** you can't spend your bread on
Pullin' up in big bodies, bitch, that bread long
Take a bitch for her body, now her head gone
Fuck a bitch once and tell her she can head home
I'm ready to have **** you can't spend your bread on
Yeah, ****, I be the illest
Now I need every diamond in my mouth, bitch, call the dentist
Like Master P, bitch, there's really no limit
Actin' tough on the ground, but in real life, that **** timid
Way far from a barber, ****
These enemies gettin' close, must be from Carver, ****
High Carver, ****, up faster than a Charger, ****
I'll hit your bitch from the back and your daughter, ****
I don't play play, hey, day's a mayday
Hit my **** Lil' M up when I need him, yeah, ray-ray
Throwin' shots at his body, got that **** doin' the nay-nay
I ain't came to play, so I don't really do the play-play
Go soft, **** know how I'm comin
I be thuggin' every day, these **** know it ain't no runnin
Keep a gun on your hip, that **** fake, he just be pumpin
Trapped like Michael Jordan in this bitch, I got it jumpin
Pullin' up in big bodies, bitch, that bread long
Take a bitch for her body, now her head gone
Fuck a bitch once and tell her she can head home
I'm really that **** you can't spin your bread on
Pullin' up in big bodies, bitch, that bread long
Take a bitch for her body, now her head gone
Fuck a bitch once and tell her she can head home
I'm really that **** you can't spin your bread on
Pullin' up big bodies, bitch, that bread long
Take a bitch for her body, now her head gone
Fuck a bitch once and tell her she can head home
I'm really that **** you can't spin your bread on
Pullin' up in big bodies, bitch, that bread long
Take a bitch for her body, now her head gone
Fuck a bitch once and tell her she can head home
I'm really that **** you can't spin your bread on
Written by: Travis Spelmon
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