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Dogs, cats, frogs Frying pans and snakes Dogs, cats, frogs Frying pans and snakes Dogs, cats, frogs Frying pans and snakes Four snakes
I was just now thinking about The jaws of life, they chew you up Spit you right back into the frying pan And how life unwinds Around and around
Yeah we be frying dough From the south to the north pole Yeah we be frying dough From the east to the west coast All around the world there is one
And I wanna take you out of the frying pan And into the fire Out of the frying pan and into the fire Out of the frying pan and into the fire And I
just a ball of desire And I want to take you out of the frying pan And into the fire Out of the frying pan and into the fire Out of the frying
[VERSE 1] Ten fat sausages frying in a pan All of a sudden - one went "BANG"! [VERSE 2] Nine fat sausages frying in a pan All of a sudden - one went
anything but bland Ooh weee, whats that smell? what you got cookin' fam? Good Lord, hot damn, look what I'm cooking in my frying pan Good Lord, hot damn,
You've gotta jump right into that frying pan You've gotta jump right into that frying pan Find somebody gonna lend a hand You've gotta find somebody
There's a bitch In my dm she be frying me Acting delusional fucking the economy Flashing on socials with zero in the bank Then what are you with all
Frying Pan Burning the candle At both ends Ostracized never Knowing a friend No way back To the place I call home Nothing but the road ahead
sleeping on the couch? Yeah Can I have a frying pan? You can have the frying pan That's too hot for me *sizzle* Hey EEHH I don't like the frying pan You
Sorry fe maga dog, maga dog, turn 'round bite you Sorry fe maga dog, maga dog, turn 'round bite you And if you jump out a frying pan, ya bound,
the ends frying like morleys Full speed in a stolen whip bro whizz that start racing like roary For lizz I take risks put ps in my crib I need to live life
no Joe-Shmoe flow I'm a dog bitch now you know Nine to Five Nine to Five (Fuck that!) Five to Nine Frying my brain on this lame as gig Boy I'm
I'm dying, yeah, my brain is frying I waste all my time, I got you on my mind I want you to be mine, yeah, love is suicide I tell you that I'm fine,
of the frying pan and into the fire Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes This is the dope shit for me and my lady I'm
There's some shrimp out there And they're frying up some rice They're frying all day And they're frying all night They might fry it once Or they
no bands Back to the trap crack hopping out the frying pan Whole lot of killers and they hopping out the minivan We gon spin the block yeah spin like
Please lord why you frying me Got no patience think I'm chasing why they eyeing me Got temptation for medication come get high with me Have these
I got da money ain't lying I leave yo ass fuckin crying See da Murder shi inside me I'm dripped in luis no buying My chains cold but I'm frying
steal on you huh Now you Ironman You lying now you was lying then Rather you lying down than lie and stand Bout how you made 500 grand off the frying pan
as a tower When I leave bitch don't leave me no flowers Niggas frying behind fucking with ours Niggas frying behind tucking with ours While y'all was clubbing
E to the G to the G G Y gonna set that frying pan on high E to the G to the G G Y gonna set that frying pan on high E to the G to the G G Y gonna set
off shots Wassup bitch we fighting We know where you hiding Hit him with the Mac 11 bet that boy be dying Cook up beats no frying cll these bitches
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