Lyrics:
Gardena lafraa bhai bheja fry
Garna na khoj bhatlaas hai
Bhadmash chai sabai kta haru
Junkie cha sanckencha
Bare bolnay mukh tyo parkencha parkencha
killers you see it up in my eyes
In the lou you get killed for some french fries, cause that bitch cut throat
I'm talking bout murder that homicide we some
This is the 50s diner
Young people are coming to the diner
Buying milkshakes and soda pops
Burgers and fries and hot dogs and all other sandwiches
She called me a frickin' clown
Ronald McDonald
She probably wants chicken nuggets
Or a Big Mac
Also some French Fries
I'll make a stack
And I'm
I'm Mr. G, I got a blizzard around my neck
Even though my ass anemic
I'm from the south side with a young die
East of the river with a fish fry
extra ketchup and some cheese fries
I think you wrote that wrong so lets rewind
I wanted cheese fries
And maybe some ketchup on the side I wanted
Cheese
nowadays when my soul cry
I been a drug, press play let the bull fry
I send a slug down range to a bullseye
Most friends are suss like they only want to use
try to eat your plate
They gone try to smash your bae
They gone try to change your fate
Choppa fry him choppa bake
Choppa fry him choppa bake
Choppa fry
Wooh, uhh Mizzo! Wooh
In the trap yeah like Deep fry
(UHH) In the trap yeah like Deep fry
Yeah I'm serving the chicken
Skrr skrr skrr
I serve up
too big oo
She na get money she wan order pizza
She na get money she wan order French fries
She na get money than she say she big sha
She na get mah
Using that power for greed, oh yeah you's a bad guy (Bad guy)
Nigga was drunk off that mead, I felt like a small fry (Small fry)
I joined the dark side,
Little Peter Rabbit has a fly upon his fry
Little Peter Rabbit has a fly upon his fry
Little Peter Rabbit has a fly upon his fry
And he chased it
Back this ahh, You don't want these fries
Is your heart gonna run out dry
Is Your pride gonna run out dry
Back your smoke You don't wanna fry [x2]
Verse
I'm V.I.C.T.O. With the R
Tell em fries I can make em cold bar for bar
Mister Freeze bury you in snow I go hard
Look at these I'm king of the cold
you funny
Still get it for the low
And it's chunky
Exhale an a-cumulus
We sky high
I'm in the hood like chop cheese and hot fries
Dyckman
Yeah
It's
fries
Cuz a nigga might be up on the block
With the big MAC laid out with da ghost eyes
Cuz he was fucking with wrong guys
Cuz he was fucking with wrong
of fries you wanna pick out my eyes babe
I'm Dead inside with a side of fries you wanna pick out my eyes babe
Woah ya
Pick it up now y'all
Woah ya
Pick it up
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
You are now
the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that hill
I said but now we're up
anthem
I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill (that's right)
It took a whole lot of trying
Just to get up that hill
I
the endurance
To collect on his insurance,
Lloyd's of london will be loaded when they go.
Oh we will all fry together when we fry.
We'll be french fried
håndleddet får hånden til at frys' igen
Stepzologi bums ey
Jeg har gjort alt på min' egn' ben
Hvem er du til at fortæl'
Har ikk' ramt det her ud af ingenting
légendaire, la saga
On fait le mur à la sportif
2002 c'est K'1 Fry Mafia
Le sponsor c'est Hamilton
Caresse dans le rap plus de dix ans de
Cavale comme François
de m'hagar
J'ai fini par t'coucher
Aussitôt renforts, balayette, à plat-ventre
Les gourmettes
Les mecs tirés pétés, arcades, chicos pétés
K'1 Fry
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