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thongs, papi chulo Thom
Bitch I'm kicking down that door and I won't use the knob
Better seasons on the rise, pepper season on my fries
Bread been callin

I opened the door 
Everyone glanced my way

I sat in the corner
and everyone still glanced my way

Steak and fries, a piece of bread
Salad, Barbecue,

the homies
And they chillin in the crib
Fry bread and the baloney
I just got my big cheque
And we bout to get wrecked
Only chill with the peeps
That be

When I got to Jackson, I was sleeping
My hat, the angle it should be
Dined on a table spread with muslin
Jawbone, fry bread, and cowpeas
I was

healing Chants
Down in Shiprock New Mexico

Oh I can see her kneeling my her loom
Sipping on muton stew and munching fry bread
Dreaming I know of our

a bag of flour
Sprinkled in some red power
What ya got is fry bread
The Modern food we all devour
And it's sorrow
Spud on a stick Epidemic
It can make us

to say
No AwA’ahdah’s

Y’all can hold ya breath for the thanks
You gettin baptized

(Oh y’all that it was fry bread sweet in this motherfucker
Nah ima send

she got a tattoo a bow an arrow extra cheese on the fry bread taco staying deadly no matter where I go
Tobacco down an I'm smudgin my life ya
I'm just

they're all he really has
He is home Chief friend among them
He answers when they call Dad
He's adopted a new culture
Cashew chicken with his fry bread
He

me when you get lost

Aw, you look malnourished (malnourished)
Let's get some bread, fry the egg yolk and drown it in syrup (drown it in syrup)
You

friends this shit survival
Come inside
Food at home can't spend on fries
No bread for that
It's oodle noodle sandwich chips
Dip on the side
Split the pie

But right between di bread
It was her fry egg
An’ in di afternoon she give
Mi ackee yam cakes
An' way down in a di evening
Mi go rub down sexy leg
When

just a potato what more could it do
It's so tasty put in my fries
Put that in-between two bread
My potatoes can do anything, but they can't catch me

the bright light, that’s a dead guy 
At yuh nine-night, fish and bread fry 
Hollow-point fly through mind, yuh get a third eye 
Marrow get high, reach weh di

it into his little boy head that he didn't want to eat anything dead. he told his parents 'no meat, just french fries and bread'. dave's daddy was

Good Day

Nappy Roots

Neighbors [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2014

back when I can just playin' my part
Church folk had a fish fry
Mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries
Love for the big guy
Hit the park,

Good Day

Nappy Roots

The Humdinger

2008

part
Church folk had a fish fry
Mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries
Love for the big guy
Hit the park, boys showin' off their hops

dread fly an' fish fry an' bread buy
Wen gun rise e shot bwoy not shot sky ah head side
One Sparkes, one light, shed yiy
Bare gun we buss, wap'm

better give me the credit
I got Isis flow
The fucking beat I behead it
Drop you in a pan of oil
Then I fry you and bread it
And then I sew up your lips

Never sinning again
Never breathing
Dry heaving
Why even try seeing
When you're seeing your death
Why people
Fly people
Fry people like bread
This is

behind me
Back it up you finna fry me
All that bread you still won't buy me
Know they place they can not try me
All that fake shit don't excite me

They

the nation
Our culture rich
But our pockets dry
Pressure up cuz of the bread we fry
Yannis are the Opps cuz they spy
Wasting their time praying on my demise

I dread
I wanna fry you put in bread
I eat you like a bear.

Drive you
Like a coaster
Baby come to my rover
When me bend you over
Never bother
Baby

I won't stop until you all mine
You fucked my head up
When we be drinking all night you
Fuck the bed up
Say she don't fuck with small fries I got my