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Bread Winner
33.149
Modern Dancehall
Bread Winner adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak MillBeatz Music Records tarafından 27 Nisan 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıStreet Survivors Riddim - EP
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Çıkış Tarihi27 Nisan 2019
FirmaMillBeatz Music Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM93

Müzik Videosu

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Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prince Swanny
Prince Swanny
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Millien
David Millien
Composer
Taryll Swan
Taryll Swan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Millbeatz Entertainment
Millbeatz Entertainment
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Up, up and up, up and up
Up, up and up, up and up
Up, up and up, up and up
Presidential, yuh done know we lock down di whole resident, eh? (Up, up and up)
Every ghetto youth mek some money, fuck pretty bitch
Keep your eyes pan yuh dawgs 'cause some a dem a snitch
From man a school youth, me fi know this and doh borrow man thing cah them will 'proach quick
Keep your eyes pan the prize, blend in and disguise
Touch cassava and me always set trend
Plus no pussy coulda ever say that me beg friend
Cah me roll with the one king, that’s the president
Aim for the stars but me reach to the moon (Ah, ah)
Every youth wa latest designer, room full of shoes (Ah, ah)
Every pretty gyal haffi rush Swan Dan when mi pass thru (Ah, ah)
Aye, pussy, if you doh like me, seh me doh like you
Man ah winner, bread winner (Ah, ah)
Down inna the Bee's where me everyday
Couple dogs around me, me nah go stray
Check pan mi feet, yeah, Versace deh
Pussy dem talk, yeah, mi nah go hear dem
Rifle tall so wi nah go spare dem
Millbeatz say we nah beg friend
Thank God for life, mi buss well, every party mi shell, huh
Aim for the stars but me reach to the moon (Ah, ah)
Every youth wa latest designer, room full of shoes (Ah, ah)
Every pretty gyal haffi rush Swan Dan when mi pass thru (Ah, ah)
Aye, pussy, if you doh like me, seh me doh like you
Man ah winner, bread winner (Ah, ah)
We have Bajan link, American link
Link in Jamaica weh yuh cyan' sink
Haitian badman wid di tall thing and the high grade weed weh mi keep smoking
Grenadian mad man ah no joke thing
Mek me link Mr. Killa and lift up every ting
Guyana weh mi gone for mi Cuban, it ah shine so bright, yuh nuh see the diamonds?
Every ghetto youth mek some money, fuck pretty bitch
Keep your eyes pan yuh dawgs 'cause some a dem a snitch
From man a school youth, me fi know this and doh borrow man thing cah them will 'proach quick
Keep your eyes pan the prize, blend in and disguise
Touch cassava and me always set trend
Plus no pussy coulda ever say that me beg friend
Cah me roll with the one king, that’s the president
Aim for the stars but me reach to the moon (Ah, ah)
Every youth wa latest designer, room full of shoes (Ah, ah)
Every pretty gyal haffi rush Swan Dan when mi pass thru (Ah, ah)
Aye, pussy, if you doh like me, seh me doh like you
Man ah winner, bread winner (Ah, ah)
Written by: David Millien, Taryll Swan
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