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and yell I love it when you get so salty so salty so salty Bitch I'm made of bread you're saltines you're saltines you're saltines All the fucks to give
You may think that I know too much but No it’s never too much... Cus when push comes to shove girl just trust I won’t get sick of us You my saltine
Don't look past me yeah look me in my face Coming at me like I don't make hits everyday You got that saltine cause I cannot be replaced When inside
Saltines With The Chedda Crackers out the box with some Cheese She said pretty please Make it rain on me Clapped them cheeks, all on Tasty Treat All my
blooded man. She got one red, red blooded. Red blooded man We're buncha saltine crackers in this white bread town We're buncha saltine crackers in this
to the top Peter Pan, saltines cnd cokes on the rocks Wasn't much just enough To get us through I didn't need nothing I was ct the creek with you If
politics ain't me either Still prestigious Raised on the P&B, saltine Premi's Granny said, "call on Him, boy you need Jesus" Respect for the game, I'm locked
with a beer in the bright sunshine, Eat greens and ripe tomatoes hot off the vine With saltine crackers We'd talk and roar with laughter Oh, how I
music and I don' see how Bro Saltine 2 know it's the greatest sequel Words so deadly I gotta call em lethal yah Yo it's J-Pain Tap too many bitches cause
out her mouth They are bland as a saltine They are bland as a saltine She keeps her lunches in a line Sits upright Reporting news from magzines Into
at a boutique? What's that about? Shit, you can find me at the traphouse (ay) I need saltines? I hit my guy Sam 'Cause I don't even buy my crackers from the White
Workin' on the railroad Sleepin' on the ground Eatin' saltine crackers Ten cents a pound [Chorus] Big ball's in Cowtown We'll all go down
Workin' on the railroad Sleepin' on the ground Eatin' saltine crackers Ten cents a pound [Chorus] Big ball's in Cowtown We'll all go down
(Big balls in cowtown, yeah) (Come on fiddle, yeah) (George) Workin' on the railroad Sleepin' on the ground Eatin' saltine crackers Ten cents
degrees from here to the West Coast I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba Piece of membranes will smash like crackers Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town
She's got stickers on her locker And the boy's number's there in magic marker I'm hungry and the hunger will linger I eat sixteen saltine crackers
(Big balls in cowtown, yeah) (Come on fiddle, yeah) (George) Workin' on the railroad Sleepin' on the ground Eatin' saltine crackers Ten cents
She's got stickers on her locker And the boy's number's there in magic marker I'm hungry and the hunger will linger I eat sixteen saltine crackers
to go Riding on a streetcar looking o'er the town Eating saltine crackers ten cents a pound Working on a railroad saving all I can Looking for that
saltine I was locked up, cigarette, no coughing Free all my niggas out the can, sardine Niggas, they be pussy, they be pussy, they be pussy they be pussy
serotonin To chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I
Yo, you could throw me in a lineup, rough beard Thick knot and my shines up Mediterranean bezels rocks planted like saltines Worth about 600,000
Saltine crackers taste just fine And that's the way it was when I loved him at the time If you've never been to Paris, France Big Spring Texas will
Packer All white Challenger, saltine cracker Free all of my niggas doin' more than three calendars Pigs snatched me up Smacked me up cause I ain't
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