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Breakfast in Heaven

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Breakfast in Heaven - Shotgun Willy & Yung Craka Lyrics





[Chorus: Yung Craka]

Breakfast starts at seven

They told me count my blessings

I think I love this bitch cause her pussy feels like Heaven

I couldn't even fake it, forever tryna make it

I'm runnin' through the 6 with my woes and we naked



[Verse 1: Yung Craka]

She came to the reunion

Like "Where the hell have you been?"

I take her to my crib and ate her pussy like communion

Commit tax fraud like fuck it

Irs I'ma duck it

Got my hand up her ass and its lookin' like a Muppet

So I count up my guap and it don't ever stop

When I'm droppin' the top she get wet like a mop

My last song was a flop but she still gonna drop

She gon' climb up on top but her pops is an op

And I pray and I pray that I won't get caught

Her dad gon' tie my neck in a knot

And there ain't no way I'ma skrrt out the lot

With a cup full of whiskey and a bag full of pot



[Chorus: Yung Craka]

Breakfast starts at seven

They told me count my blessings

I think I love this bitch cause her pussy feels like Heaven

I couldn't even fake it, forever tryna make it

I'm runnin' through the 6 with my woes and we naked

Breakfast starts at seven

They told me count my blessings

I think I love this bitch cause her pussy feels like Heaven

I couldn't even fake it, forever tryna make it

I'm runnin' through the 6 with my woes and we naked



[Verse 2: Shotgun Willy]

Ayy like, oh my God, get out the way

Before she get to give me top, she say her grace

And when she done she do her job and feed me grapes

I'm chillin' with the Saint Laurent and gettin' paid (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Fuck wine turn water into Hennessy

Money longer than a motherfuckin' centipede

No truce unless you a friend of me

Make Zeus rain down on my enemies

I'm prayin' at the party while I'm sippin' on Bacardi

Got a pussy bald like Gandhi tell that bitch to get up off me cause its

Fuck a hoe can't marry those

Where'd the Virgin Mary go

Round and round the merry go

God gave me his stereo

And I'm up on his playlist

We up here gettin' faded

I'm here, don't shed a tear, just tell my momma that I made it



[Outro: Shotgun Willy]

(Ayy) Fuck a ho (Yeah) fuck a ho, fuck a ho (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Fuck a ho, fuck a ho, fuck a ho (Bitch)

Fuck a ho, fuck a ho, fuck a ho (Yeah)

Fuck a ho, fuck a ho, fuck a ho


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