[Lyric] Karaoke Bar (Mr. Bread)

[Verse 1]
Bring the cash out
I'm sliding with the Macs out
I'm hidin' behind black couch
I'll shoot you wit' yo ass out
Now that’s a man down
You better call yo' mans now
I'm not playin' now
I'll shoot you, you say "Damn, ow"
Bring the choppas in
Don’t worry 'bout what’s in my cup, that's just some wocky in it
I'ma take yo' bitch to the Ramada Inn
You can’t walk a mile in my moccasins
My auras filled with goddesses and carcasses, you one of them
I'm gettin' hunnids in
I look like Hugh Hefner, i'm gettin' bunnies in
Stick gotta scope, so I'm gunnin' heads
I don’t know why they tryna play with wonder bread
Maybe 'cus his girl grab dick like monkey bars
I just poured a line in my fuckin' bowl of lucky charms
I been smoking wax, it look like honey jars
I know that they finna sing this song at karaoke bars
[Bridge]
Aye, aye
Karaoeke bars
Aye, aye
Karaoeke bars
Aye, aye
Karaoeke bars
Aye, aye
Karaoeke bars

[Verse 2]
They finna sing this like it got a chorus
Young Mr. Bread in my prime like Boris
Take yo' girl and we listen to Boris
We finna light him up like a forest
Aye, call the park ranger
Lemme make this shit cool, I'm finna add some flanger
Yeah I run it up like trainers
If you see me better run, bro you in danger