M Huncho – “Breadwinner” [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

M Huncho - Breadwinner (prod. Quincy Tellem)

British rapper, singer, premieres the visual for the -produced “” track. Stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download the song.

M Huncho Breadwinner
M Huncho Breadwinner

2020 was a busy year for M Huncho. The masked UK rapper delivered a joint project with Nafe Smallz titled, DNA, and also came through with his stellar solo album, Huncholini The 1st. He’s been rather lowkey over the course of 2021, though. He dropped “Overpriced” at the top of the year and followed through with a few guest features. However, it looks like there are promising signs that he could be dropping off some new heat before the year comes to an end.

M Huncho slid through with a brand new banger this week titled, “Breadwinner.” Connecting producer Quincy, M Huncho’s honeyed melodies meet grungy guitar strings and heavy bass as he details his journey to the bag.

M Huncho – Breadwinner (prod. Quincy Tellem)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Quincy Tellem

[Chorus]
Bread, butter, Hovis
That’s what I’m gettin’ to (Cash)
I like my money toasted (Ding)
I like it folded
Clean, rubbered, folded
I applaud it
And my heart is clean (Clean)
Life is gorgeous (Gorgeous)
Jugg, sleep, repeat (Jugg)
Get a fortune (Cash)
No contingencies (Yeah, yeah)
I’m gonna force it

[Verse 1]
Gave my a family a roof
Now, I got my girl a roof
Give an order out to shoot (Give an order out to shoot)
We don’t roll around with groups
My bruddas came from group homes
Avianne new stones (Avianne new stonеs)
Avianne new stones (Nah)
You can’t wеar my shoes with no shoe, horn (Nah)
You don’t even have a fucking clue, hoe (Nah)
Every watch, it used to be a two, tone
But I fell in love with the rose, gold
Dolce and Gabbana for my home clothes
I can’t rest, I’ma get it with no breaks
Worked on myself, on my own (Own)
I can’t rest, I want bread in bulk (Bread)
Had to put the killer on pause (Pause)
My heart good, but it’s gettin’ cold (Cold, prrt, prrt, prrt)

[Chorus]
Bread, butter, Hovis
That’s what I’m gettin’ to
I like my money toasted
I like it folded
Clean, rubbered, folded
I applaud it
And my heart is clean
Life is gorgeous

[Verse 2]
Never planned to be in showbiz
Got my eyes on the Forbes list (Forbes list)
Man, I came up of a quarter
Now, the Richy worth a quarter (Quarter)
Now, I’m sittin’ in the ivy
Cap on, lookin’ icy (Icy)
If you want me, you can find me (Find me)
Got my pistol right beside me (Beside me)
One wrong step, that’s a mistake
That you don’t really wanna make, oh
Pistol or the gauge, oh
And I’ll beat the case
Arabic dial, let me put it on the face
Seven figures, and I’m pushin’ it to eight
I don’t think it’s luck, I put it all on fate
And I pray to God to take away my sins
Mama told me “I should never lose my faith”
Mama told me “It will always be my friends”
That would turn their back, but never lose your way
Huncholini, I’ve been leanin’ till this day
Huncholini, now, I’m pickin’ up the pace
Feelings ain’t a thing, and I don’t feel a way
I’m just happy that I really made a change
I’m just happy that I did it all my way

[Outro]
Bread, butter, Hovis
That’s what I’m gettin’ to

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