Bakery lyrics

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Draft Day


[Verse 1]
Phew, don't be scammed by these n*ggas doing trickery
Me and shawty go way back, we got history
She still want bread for the buns, like a bakery
Bring the shells to yo door like a catering
f*ck a skating rink, n*gga pulled up, icey rings (Ice)
Ain't got phone the team, standing ten on any scene (Scene)
I pulled up for the cream like I was craving floats (Phew)
Heard he was rich, then it came out that it was a hoax
Free the reaper out the cell, gеtting rich off smokes
[?] out that box, heard they found his polе
Make a n*gga b*tch tattoo The Crete on throat (Us)
He was on the rise, til' he woke up on the slope (Yeah)
Young n*gga want some game, I'm a let him know (Yeah)
It's all about the approach
Let 'em know, these n*ggas hoes
And standing next to me, they gon feel like roaches
On Rodeo, spend some racks on CHANEL Brooches
I be coaching n*ggas, you just be riding coach

[Verse 2]
Ain't going back and forth, (No)
I'm in the cat, You in the scat, It's like a pregnant horse (Phew)
It's just not as fast, (Mhm)
Beat 'em with the brass (Yeah)
Run up in his stash (Yeah)
Stretch it til' it lasts (Yeah)
b*tch dub me, must be blind, need to get her glasses (Yeah)
Wanted sex with a nerd, made her late for classes (For real)
I got b*tches fascinated, this a normal day (On god)
Get up out the way lil boy, 'fore you catch this stray (Grrr)
[Verse 3]
b*tch give up where I stay, then someone gon pay (Yeah)
Yuh, okay, (Yeah)
I never won a race (Draft)
f*ck a king, f*ck a queen, cause I'm a living ace
I'm a single, face solid, even to the jakes

[Outro]
Mm, US
f*ck these n*ggas
Phew, phew, phew
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