Lyrics:
homie pasta sauce Look at all these macaroons I'm covered spaghetti sauce All my squade is very boss All of us could be Rick Ross You ain't even ready
and Muredy Jaiva or sweat by dily or a telly Its funky and hot not all den smelly Ehhh macarena haaii Macadima is an african mate Macaroon is a two bill cake
joking I can be me when you're there We talk about Aliens and energy If I think out loud You're the one that's for me Let's go out Macaroons and bubble
she tryna get engaged But I can't jump the broom I just took them shrooms Walking on the moon Early afternoon Rap a tune Smoking cookies like a macaroon
the afternoon Some home made ice cream with some cookies call it macaroon —— Yeah yeah yeah - Yeah yes indeed Got new year coming I can’t wait to see
My diamonds different colors they like Macaroons She tried to give me peach, but I love passionfruit Damn I wish I had the juice Ask me where my head
Hey, hey, macaroon Can I hang with you this afternoon? Can I love you only and lend you money And name my girl after you? It's strange all that
want to be seen with you. Fanny: The moon over mother's saloon, Have a nice macaroon I'll buy you a light beer. Nick: Right, dear. Both: I want to be
and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts so good you could go nuts. Give to me now! I want a ball I want a party Pink macaroons and a million balloons
Coconut Kisses Words & Music by Erika Paul From the cd entitled, "Expressions Of Love" Why is it When we kiss We both croon For a macaroon
some hot chocolate? Lady Gaga: Actually, well, I sent them Hot chocolate yesterday and macaroons And then today I had press all day And I felt bad
Talk about the X-Files, Macaroons and mistrials And did you ever snag your jacket pocket on a turnstile
an octoroon This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon And the paper down here's called the Picayune And here's a New Orleans
buns and doughnuts And fruitcake with no nuts So good you could go nuts No, now I want a ball I want a party Pink macaroons And a million
of chocolate chip macaroons My afro leavin Mike shadows as I step in the room You heard Hanukkah was comin and it's comin correct Lightin candles, open
cream We got plum and rum and bubblegum We got prune, balloon, and macaroon We got grape and ape and scotch tape We got lime and grime and choc'late
macaroons and And scarves and rattles Fellow hoodlums and Engineers The Union`s south And we`re all here I`m going up Buchanan Street With a box
macaroons and And scarves and rattles Fellow hoodlums and Engineers The Union's south And we're all here I'm going up Buchanan Street With a box
to you why I'm asking this way I was there for you, even on your birthday I bought Cake, macaroons, and a fucking pony But these days you're the one
familiar tunes And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons Sweet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice I can almost touch
familiar tunes And she feeds me love and tenderness and macaroons Sweet, sweet city woman I can see your face, I can hear your voice I can almost touch
the report But you know he's such a juggernaut And it's never not a lot In the passionless void What a bitter macaroon What a sour eclair And this
the sweetest layers like a macaroon Complete opposites, how'd I match with you? Left me in the dust, can't catch back up to you Had you unlocked but forgot
baby fuck the nudes I heard you was a eater just like macaroons But I heard you got that water like a typhoon Imma have to skip to the honeymoon
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