Gucci Mane - Breakfast Lyrics
[Hook: Gucci Mane]I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfastI take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfastHalf a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfastA pint of lean for breakfast and I’m cookin’ dope for breakfastI smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfastI take mollies, I take Xanax, I can’t eat no breakfastHalf a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfastA pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]Bitin’ on my lip for breakfast, can’t serve that trick unless…We on two different levels, Flock said he just came from BelgiumMy trap house right off Gresham, I’m so goddamn successfulShe ate my dick for dinner then she ate my lips for breakfastGot a big booty ***** with some nice size tittiesBaby so fine, gotta let her ride with meShe the type of ***** gets an F550You the type of ***** can’t get one pennySmoke 75 blunts in one minuteI ain’t finna eat no Denny’s or Wendy’sI sure ain’t broke and I sure ain’t friendlyI don’t flash shows if the show got plentyIf the show a smorgasbord then I won’t get skinnyPour the lean so dark that it look like HennyIt’s breakfast time and y’all niggas come get itIf you wanna go to war, ***** nigga I’m with itI peeped it, you piece of shitTry to creep on, nigga, I seen itPut a beam on a nigga for treasonI’ll kill a ***** nigga, no reason[Hook: Gucci Mane][Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]Pocket full of mollies, blow them pounds out the windowDiamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kiloGet it fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit singleMother***** these niggas, what the Hell they sayin’?Crossed over, still stay ‘hoodSteel top on my Phantom hoodCan’t cook dope but a nigga shoot goodGot your baby mama walkin’ on my hardwoodOrange juice and five Backwoods for breakfast80, 000 dollars on a young nigga necklaceCan’t hit the club if them hoes ain’t *****Waka Flocka Flame is so damn recklessNiggas puttin’ bands on they head, just wreck itPocket full of hundreds, don’t do no debitOnly smoke gas, you smoke unleadedBrick Squad hittin’ lanes, found the exitSmoke another pound, my niggaWhere the ***** you from? Throw your ‘hood up, niggaDiamonds in my mouth, can’t do golds, my niggaShorty be boozed, kicked back on the leatherKeep it real, chase cheddarShe’ll ***** for some red-bottoms and a Givenchy sweaterThat hoe ain’t shit – type of ***** that set me upPeeWee in the cut with a scrap and a double cupShe ain’t see him…[Hook: Gucci Mane][Verse 3: PeeWee Longway]In the morning I’m still geekin’, lickin’ Miley Cyrus for breakfastThree bad *****es from the Playboy Mansion,I’m PeeWee Longway HefnerGot pink double-sealed in my refrigerator, I pour mud up for breakfastGot a place, said he want a load of collard greensMeet me on Metropolitan at the Burger KingWent out for breakfast, nigga, me and Waka and GucciJust finessed it up, $4, 000 gas, pass in a Bentley truckWe eat rats, that’s how we get fullIf you a rat, we got the semi-auto full, boyTook your ice in, that shit, I ain’t BirdCatch a tail from the light I’ll come and make this year2013 I tip, tryna calm my whipRappers talkin’ ‘bout the table, countin’ up my chipsSippin’ on mud, drinkin’ out the mugWith a nigga misses, boy, I know he pissedLean got me trippin’, is it workin’? Shit…One day, I ain’t gon’ hurt you, *****Y’all know the rest, it’s my breakfast, *****Trust me not, punk, ***** you, shitMolly on me, *****, the lean on me, *****Go ahead all with them hash and grits[Hook]
