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Pull up
They Victor Fries
Pull up
Ain't shit to me
Pull up
You talking sweet?
Pull up
Now there ain't shit to see
Pull up
They Victor Fries
Pull up

come and twerk it down, down, down

Listen, let's fry up the beef cah they chat too loose (mm-hmm)
Man beat off the-, no proof
The beef goes on, now

Chandaleo
Chandale...
Chandaleo
Chandale...

Cosemos
Consejos, uh
Perpetuos
Rugiendo-os
Tú ego
Marca paque-
-te da más-
-culinidad

Wanna fry you up

Chorus:

See me cooking up the hits like a stir fry 
See me cooking up the hits with the heat high
See me cooking for the Lord that I glorify

Hold up
Wait up
Whats sup we up
Hustle move it save it
Then reup
Soldiers slide through
All my Gz up
Toasters fry you
Promise dont freeze up
Hold up

The same again and again

Grind it up to bits 
Tie it up and then 
Fry it up 
Tie it up again 
Fry it up
I ain’t high enough 
Grind it up to bits 
Tie it up

up, ay
Thikk nikkas eat them fries up

Okay, I'm a fat nigga
And I eat all day
If you don't wanna lose a finger
Stay away from my plate
I can't walk

a little too late
Ever since breakfast I've been looking for some sausage to fry up upon my griddle
But that's a little too little and honey you're a little

disappear in the night
I set down my guitar, find the key to my door
Unlock it and stumble inside

Fry up some ham in the skillet
Scramble some eggs in a pan

Shawty keep it thick, she eat them extra fries
What up with these mushrooms, give me extra lives
Devil weigh me down, I need to exorcise
The way she

I go crazy demon
Hot day fry his brains up on the cement
Here to stay you know I ain't never leaving
He want smoke don't choke got you coughing

Woah
Woah
Hop out the whip
Get in a crash
Eight three one
Percs on my lap
Fly the ship
Up really fast
Fry yo brain
Up really fast
Face feels dead
I'm

Small Fry

Bing Crosby

Cocktail Hour: Bing Crosby Duets

2001

Small fry, strutting by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty

a snitch nigga die die

Veggies Chinese burn it up like stir fry 

Trap house trap house

All this nigga wan buy buy 

You can hop in, in my Bentley lets

Chickens

King Missile

The Psychopathology of Everyday Life

2003

Gimme chickens
I will make the chickens
Gimme little eggs
I make the chickens
Fry up the chickens
Eat up the chickens
Dip the legs in sauce
Doggin'

again
Someday, It'll come back to me
Fry me up and lobotomized me
I have lived too much to see
The shit I was not born to see
Curiosity killed the fucking

There was a little black duck on a green pond

Take these herbs and spices and fry me up
Take these herbs and spices and fry me up
Take these herbs

grow up round some 90's badman
Diss a gunman just mek sure seh yah 1 

Man a Top Dawg ask mi don ina e Bronx 
Violate the gang yuh skin fry up like

killed all the ops 

and the homies is getting hungry shit I might fry up some slop 

yeah I might fry up some bacon I might season up some chops

 n its

Yep, fuck it
Ugh
Yeah we pullin' up your block
I see that boy
I'mma get him
I'm the burger on the menu
You're a small fry
We just pulled up

(IMM BACKKKKK)
You already know whos back
Its me, hahahaha
Fry em opps
Cook em like tenders
Throw em up and im shooting them like benders
Runnin

living
Drums when im kicking
I fry up a beat
The same way I fry up my chicken
Heat is ballistic
Popping like oil
I grew from the mud
Put seeds in the soil

sit back im gassed
Who talking shit iron the man
Make cash bitch fry up the pan
Make cash bitch iron the man
Who talking shit fry up the pan (Hahaha)

make e cook
This one sweet 
E no go yeye 
I don start dey H 
And scent don dey choke me ohh

DannyTheProphet ohh

Fry up the chicken 
Fry up the turkey