Lyrics:
Hamburgers on a bun
Hamburgers on a bun
French fries on the side oh yeah
Greasy onions
A dash of mustard
Yum yum yum
You know I stepped out
It's a cook out get the hamburger bun
I just wanna do it big time
Lights camera action It's show time
If she shake it ima lose my mind
Now it's time
See me in the drop
Fresh up out the hair salon
Booty look softer than a McDonald's' hamburger bun
I got the Phantom gold sir on my wrist
Please
the patty on his hamburger bun.
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron ron.
My parents don't like him 'cause he has a gun.
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
nowhere and no one
And I only wanna run
And I feel like a hamburger bun
And when you must
Believe or bust
The facade falls down
When you're scared
a mafuckin' understatement
I'll use your face as my hamburger bun replacement
And yes, I wish that you would not get it twisted
They calling it conscious rap
nigga
She cant get nothing from a nigga
Swear the ac be tryna hide
The whole sun from a nigga
My pockets got bread
Feel like I got hamburger buns on me
either love me or hate me
I know they just wanna be me
The M is for million
No she dont hang with them chickens
I see your hamburger buns
Strawberry
flippin' wallet, weighs a ton
Piles almost anything on a hamburger bun
She pees with the door wide open
Scared by nothing, she's quite outspoken
Rinse
want no bad dog, mad dog, so I train my dog to be a rad dog
Left without a leash, she'd eat my hamburger buns, without asking, any day of the week
Knows
Milk shaking those big hamburger buns
Some people say it's tons of fun
But I would rather buy a gun
(Come and get it)
I like cows
But not to eat them
I like cows
I like to greet them
Cows are fun
You shouldn't put 'em on a hamburger bun
the cud
Mr. Meatface the butcher will be after my blood
Cos I'm D'Orine Cow
I'm D'Orine the Cow
I'm somebody's quarter-pound hamburger bun
And somebody's
love
Like the soldier needs a gun
Like a hamburger needs a bun
I need you, yes I do
I need you just to see me through
I've got to have you baby
because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I
hot dog buns, and hamburger patties
All the food you need to feed the many hungry
Millions of people want in to my party
But it's invite only
, hamburger
Give me lettuce and tomoto Joe
Hold the mustard and the mayo
If you put it on a whole wheat bun
I will throw it all away, ohhh
I want a hamburger
hot dog buns, and hamburger patties
All the food you need to feed the many hungry
Millions of people want in to my party
But it's invite only
feeling you could ever feel
Is when you said what you should’ve done
Niggas hating picking up a gun
Knock his hamburger patty out his bun
Know some niggas
Shoot you with a cannon bro and I ain't talking cameras
Turn your head to hamburger underneath that man bun
Once you see this handgun
I'm DMC and I shoot
Franchise joints on Hamburger row
And stopped at a little greasy spoon place
I always eat at called Eat, Sit and Gulp
Get you one of the greasy hamburgers
Franchise joints on Hamburger row
And stopped at a little greasy spoon place
I always eat at called Eat, Sit and Gulp
Get you one of the greasy hamburgers
Een, twej, een twei drej, sech mal, "Hey", sech mal, "Hoo"
Dat is Fettes Brot op Platt inne Disco
Jo ick bün de Jung achtern Plattenspeeler
Un so
the Cow
"Golly, baby you're the one
Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce,
Pickle, cheese, onions on a sesame seed bun."
Say, we just got time
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