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Alivisionz - Bread Lyrics

[Intro]
What? Woah
What? Go
Celebrity lifestyle, paparazzi are assholes
Maison Margiela shopping, dressing like a fashion show (Goddamn, Rich)

[Chorus]
I got new eaters, these hoes give me head-uh
Take a trip to Mexico, I got new cabana
Dolce & Gabanna, white keys like piano
Same car with passengers, slimy green bandana
Pour up in peach Fanta, I don't think she bad enough, uh (Let's-a go)
I don't think I love her more than my syrup, let me put these bands up

[Verse]
Let her come, shе begged us, real playеr leverage (Yeah)
Hotsauce P like Peter Parker, I could turn the web up
Uh, uh (What?)
Uh (Cro—)
Let me chime in, stack your bread up (Cro-cro—)
Cheesecake pocket, fetti fed up
He done bled out, put the lead up
Where my mans at? (Mans) I ain't gon' let up (Yeah)
I go grocery shopping, get my, uh
Bread (Haha), bread (I got Hotsauce in my bag, swag)
Bread, bread, bread, bread
[Chorus]
I got new eaters, these hoes give me head-uh
Take a trip to Mexico, I got new cabana
Dolce & Gabanna, white keys like piano
Same car with passengers, slimy green bandana (Let's-a go)
Pour up in peach Fanta, I don't think she bad enough, uh
I don't think I love her more than my syrup, let me put these bands up (Cro-cro—)

[Outro]
My syrup (What?)
(Cross 'em up, Hotsauce)
I don't think I love her more than my syrup, let me put these bands up
(Popstar Worldwide)
What? Go, go
Hotsauce, haha, Hotsauce