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mr. bread - mr. bread show lyrics

[verse 1]
what is you talking’ bout?
i’m sliding through, bringing guns to yo’ mama house
i got this bad b+tch, but she not poppin’ out
i got a new one, and she finna top me now
i’m in a mazi now, no paparazzi now
’cause i’m not big and i don’t got a following now
i had a falling out with some my brothers
sh+t don’t affect me, ’cause b+tch i’m still stuntin’
to you she the world, but to me that b+tch nothin’
i hit his face, put the glock in his stomach
nah, its too late kid, there’s no time for running
now run me yo’ pockets, ‘fore i get to bustin’

[verse 2]
hi welcome back, you’re the first guest on the mr. bread show
b+tch i’m counting bread loafs
put that on the deadlocs
can’t talk to no b+tch that t++th look like egg yolks
’cause they yellow
i walk right up to yo’ girl, i say h+llo
i take her out to a night in the ghetto
then i drop her off because i’ a good fellow
or fella
i took his girl, now he lookin’ mad jealous
f+ck this beat sh+t, i’ma go acapella
’cause young mr. bread white as sh+t like vanilla
[verse 3]
pardon me, got a bad b+tch whippin’ in a odyssey
b+tch straight gossiping, talking bout astrology
shut the f+ck, b+tch i’m tryna roll this broccoli
b+tch get off of me
why you so fond of me?
so what you cute, but you not even hot to me
she steady bother me
calling me constantly
she tryna recreate sh+t from p+rnography
she just a thot to me
i find it comedy
i don’t f+ck groupies, nah hoe, that’s my policy
gotta be smart for me
come with some modesty
i like philosophy
b+tch, i read socrates

- mr bread lyrics

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