Lyrics:
paellas and pan roasts
Damn every time your man boasts
It's saran for you folks
Slam from the post eating jam with the toast
Dip the ham in the yolks it's
dice|Roll of the 12-sided dice|Roll of the 12-sided dice|Roll of the 12-sided dice||Do not attempt to avoid my thoughts|Climb out of the frying pan, you roast
said keep that dough on the fucking low man
If pushing that kodak black nigga or lindsay lohan
The block hot like the bottom of fucking roast pan
Damn
Eight grams, he was 13
White T, keep his shirts clean
All he ever wanted was a whole thing
In the kitchen, pick it through a whole pan
Get them sushis
shut the fuck up
Put the blunt to your mouth, give the
Wait hold on, pass that shit to me
Blunt in my hand like a roast in a pan
Glock in my band like
divided
Fried like came in a roast
In a pan
In a panic
These spies getting closer
Digging at eyes
Cuz he tired
Of the face of the ghost
In the mirror
That Christmas tree|That Christmas tree|Oh what a tree||An open fire, chestnuts roast in the pan|We gather friends and family|While we're dressing up
a some dancehall classic
Chicken pan the grill
The fish a roast
The soup a manish
Everybody drunk me a be honest
But Memba say
A bare Fuckery we gwan wid
boil it, roast it, broil it,
Cook it in a pan or a pot,
Eat it with potatoes, rice or tomatoes,
But chicken's still what you got, boy!
It was
and let 'em call it that
A chicken ain't nothin' but a bird
You can boil it, roast it, broil it
Cook it in a pan or a pot
Eat it with potatoes, rice
eye
The feed it to the bulls yeah
Like a baker
Firestick roast yuh achor
And when yuh si mi wid mi gun
Anyweh him tun mi run him dung
Dunkirk me a mek e
slump foos
I need hearing aids, I'm too stubborn to listen
Roast that boy up like chicken inside his own kitchen
Tables flippin', blicks blickin', I'm
Don't deserve to roast or bake
I'm fighting off slanderous allegations
Why don't you give the kid a break
Don't think maybe we could talk this
look gross
I'll roast my ex girl in a facebook post
I'm a scumbag
Rocking shoes that I stole
And a Looney Tunes shirt that I got from South Pole
I'm
shot more than a views on a YouTube page
Gun down dem boy an torture dem fi days
Fourth Genna
No more banana clip
Just pan on it
On it
S-K rip off dem
Good body Girl
Nuh need mi England clothes
Gal jus come ina me house come pose Mi mek wata come out a me house
Fi the root a yuh roast
Hey gal
Yuh
The hooligan in Hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothin' new to me
Doggy I'm from the land of grind
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or MC
When I say hammertime
The hooligan in Hoolahands
Maneuvering is nothing new to me
Doggy I'm from the land of grind
Pan pan gram or dime
Not toes or MC
When I say hammer time
really rap fast, but I kinda wanna target like I'm
Shopping for clothes
I try to roast all these people, but they need to be thawed 'cause they
All froze
that and I roast punanis
Look at me like I won two grammys you hating on me oh now you angry
Gaze at the money so clear, lucid
Cupid what's love? Stupid
mere dost
Kabhi lagtey halke kabhi lagte bojh
Khatey har roz gaali gharpe bhot
Pan kya karega hai toh saale dost
Thode alag thode maasoom
Horey hum badey
tell you dudes what I'll do to protect this
Ya crew soft man yall need some new weapons
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire
Ya crew soft man yall need
the guest house
Put yo body pan mi body baby lets bounce
Tell mi when yo ready fi the next rounds
No mek nobody tell yo get close
Fluffy like the pillow from
the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate,
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