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Paul Wall Already Famous Break Bread Break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread (where them ballers at) Break bread-break bread Break bread - [15x] [Hook - 2x] You breaking bread, what's up with it You breaking bread, what's up with it I'm turning heads, when I enter the club I'm Gucci this Fendi that, I'm all of the above [Paul Wall] When it comes to jewelry, I'm like T.J. Ford Cause my diamonds, average bout 15 points All my T.V. VS, nothing less than the best So I guess, that means I got expensive breath But I'm more than just jewelry, I'm more than just ice But me looking like a scrub, just wouldn't safice I got rolls gold glowing, lap tops showing Bremie Louis the Thirteenth, to keep it flowing I can keep going and going, but what's the use You know I'm balling in the mix, cause I got the juice I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyes Boys can't knock it, I'm on the rise like a rocket Big bank take lil' bank, I let you pick which pocket My wrist glowing, like I stuck my hand in a socket It's Paul Wall can't nobody stop it, break bread [Hook - 2x] [Lew Hawk] I'm a star stunning nigga, when I step in the club Channel sets cross my wrist, just like a light bulb Got Gucci cross my feet, while I shock and rock Popping Crystal bottles, will make these hoes bop We some top notch playas, ain't no time for acting We need ATM machines, for the loot we stacking Better think shoot a fee, I bet it won't break me Plus I spend a few G's, up in VIP It's the currency, that make these hoochies hunch All they want is a hour fifty, take em out to lunch But they must be drunk, I never trick off ends Just flip a blue Benz, with the blue eyes lens On 16 headed North, with my chrome girlfriend She could make your life end, and not get sent to the Penn This for my niggaz in the Penn, that won't see sunshine Got princess cuts in my mouth, you could see sunshine, break bread [Hook - 2x] [Gu-U] Jumping in the slab, I'm bound to turn heads In something's blue red, running lights like the FED's Man I feel like Pac, it's all eyes on me Sitting on 23's, in the black SUV A life of luxury, that's the life for me You can catch me at the mall, spending 15 thee On the piece and chain, got rocks and rings Hoes attitudes changed, since I'm having thangs It's hard to explain, but that's the way it goes Over night I went from showing rocks, to rocking shows Hoes that wouldn't speak, now they watching me But I'm trying to figure out, is it the watch or me Or the foreign car, with the blue eyed lens It's a bird it's a plane, that's my made back Benz Is we cutting or what, is what I'm asking her In Texas she saw my chain, it's a massacre, break bread [Hook - 2x] |
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