Lyrics:
us
Oh, we're fun and games
Just guys and just dames
But don't call us names
And most of all, please don't eat us
'Cause we're no baloney
don't give your money to that lyin cheatin man
Cold baloney and I'm home by myself
Well I'm five years old and it sure is cold
Mama's out cookin'
Chicken wing
Chicken wing
Hot dog and baloney
Chicken and macaroni
Chillin with my homies
Chicken wings
Chicken wings
That's how you know me
Let me
Woo
Chicken wing, chicken wing
Hot dog and baloney
Chicken and macaroni
Chilling with my homies
Chicken wing, chicken wing
Hot dog
Ring around the roses, pockets full of roaches
I'm so stoney baloney and you didn't even notice
Cops be armed and focused to take what we be smoking
(That'll be easy)
Baloney is made out of pure beef
(Aight, baloney is made out of pure beef)
Just keep saying that
Baloney is made out of pure beef
Baloney
I can't compete with you niggas (Nah)
You niggas is levels below me (Below me)
I'm like a cooked steak (Steak)
You niggas is fried baloney (Baloney
We don't eat in no white restaurants
We're eating in a car
Baloney again, baloney again
We don't sleep in no white hotel bed
We're sleeping in
To that lying cheating man
Harlem, uh huh uh uh harlem, uh huh uh uh
Harlem, uh huh uh uh
Harlem, I want to to take you back to
Cold baloney and I'm home
that
We got beef, baloney, go on and show me, I got time for that
I'm off a boot, my money big, it look like Terry Crews
I'm in a coupe, like
might just be your style
Sad n**** world
World
Look
My girlfriend cheated on me
With some baloney
Baloney
Yeah
Baloney
Baloney
Very sad
Very sad
Erybody
get a bag and it’s not no baloney
I want ya mind I don’t want none honey
blu strips coming in make me horny uhn fetti woopah got that paper on me
be faithful
Bet on myself, that's the only thing I know
I know, and these niggas be phony
But just at the back of the class ate baloney
We eat
Ooooo
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that's amore
(That's amore)
And the truth is the sky has the big pizza guy's thick baloney
In
it’s baloney
Huh get off of my line little bitch i don’t care about nun of the shit that you told me
Two Chops named Zack and Cody
Two Chops named Zack
old news
I can’t fuck with no phoneys
Talking all that baloney
Stay on my vlones
Never had no OG’s
Moving round so lowkey
So they can’t say that they
patrone
Dnt leave here alone
Only money I clone
Zonin like I get loans
I never rain
I make it foamy
Dem others talk baloney
Be like Tony Toni tonie
Just
No you cannot clone me huh
Ride by my lonely huh
Can't play me Not Sony nah
These niggas baloney huh
They act like ya homies huh
But quick to turn
help me
Now I be stacking them racks by my lonely
Niggas be scary niggas be phony
Niggas ain’t stepping niggas be baloney
Niggas not sliding then you
No swag, no drip, on me, on me No ice, but I'm still OP, OP
You stupid, and you lonely, lonely You a sandwich only care about baloney
No swag, no
can use my sugar bowl
Oh, his baloney's really worth a try
Never fails to satisfy
I can't do without my kitchen man
can use my sugar bowl
Oh, his baloney's really worth a try
Never fails to satisfy
I can't do without my kitchen man
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch said I'm broke, mmhm, that's baloney
Opps say they up, mmhm, capperoni
Do I got the sauce? Do
impolite to fight
Chorus:
Critters on my crackers
Bugs on my baloney
Oh my gosh here comes a bumblebee
Oh my gosh here comes a big bumblebee
Those little
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