Lyrics:
his life
I was cold that July
Two charges that year mama couldn't understand it
Judge wanted to see me fry (I said fuck the world that day)
And sparked
On this side it's do-or-die
Ya get dead plus sun-dried, you're small fry
We on time with this, mace blindin shit
Gold mindin it, extended 9 clips
Trife life
the booth, put a name on the tick
While our brains fry from the Facebook feed
Non-authorities sway us through the screen
Cut ties with those seeing
Would freak you out
Well guess what? its dinner time
Instead of steak with a side of fries, you get my mixtape, hate free
Combo in the largest size
You
Still took you down to the drive-thru
And guess what bitch
You still payin for them fries huh
Ain't shit changed
White yucks on my feet
And I keep them
and complaining about my plate
I didn't understand his timing always saying that he's late
Eating on some French fries when He could've had me steak
Oh
And I know
like some sort of scaley
Your hair is deep fried
Like the shit you eat, fries
You barley even shower
You spray cologne for an hour
Getting fucking
to see you hang from the gallows, fry on a chair or burn
But I stop to think that those to whom evil is done, do much evil in return
So Mr. Predator, I
on the smokes rather get fried
Yeah they rather pick sides they got bitch ties
They don't want no beef they want French fries
Extended nine fit fine so like very
but chickens
I'll fry em up
Stealing my sauce nugget bitches
I'm clipping their tickets
No entry admission
Hoes rappin bout lickin that stanky stray
I don't need them by my side
All that sneak dissing talk, it's just a waste of my time
I'm not dealing with the nonsense, I got bigger fish to fry
teeth like a french fry
At the They ain’t never trust me
But I been fly
A nigga had to take a leave when the trust died
I was feeling like a leaf when you
with this rhymin' ya lines are declinin' you're one fry shy
Of a happy meal, shit you'd have to be crazy t' clash with me like the swap to a fly
Mentally
chase
Let's have a race, my pace
Unmatched, my bass is blasting
Hungry yet not fasting
My flow ain't even mastered
I'm an animal, but not the fries
what I idolize and that was the bad guy
Potato head ass niggas always ordering mad fries
Looking in my face the only time you saw a red eye
Niggas think
down to her knees
Snot nose can't cuff me a bitch thot hoe hit the trap got the bag in pronto
Can't trust me no nigga scale em
Fish fry we gone mail
every night just for dinner
And cuz i'm five out of five every nigga gone die when i'm busing the strap i'm a winner
Deep in my bag like fries
of the games all of the lies
We got our eyes set on the prize
We want the meal with all of the fries
We gon' give it a million tries through all of the lows
prophesy
He gon' get my money by bake sale or fish fry
You heard what I said make them break bread
Likes and views will never get you fed
Payment is
kwam voor tientje wiet
Ik zag liquis op de Fries, nu liquideer ik je op de beat
De rest maakt kansen als een Rus, so I'm puttin' some heat
Zij is
no autographs
Henny on the rocks, yeah, I ordered that
Ooh, these fries cold, take my order back
And these girls do what I like, so she brought it
at night
You can't avoid the complications
When there's no reason at all
When the lightning strikes we'll fry
I'll drink my beer
I'll wipe my tears
Jordans bredd og vann
han sa; du kan itj gi me knytta hand
itj vær redd for mørke, itj vær alein å frys
for æ tent for dæ et evig lys
vi hørt han da, og
nose like he got the flu
Plugged in with Jas Prince, I got mob ties
Got an Acre Homes bitch that'll fuck me for some Hot Fries
Love suckin' on both
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