Lyrics:
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
I can do it on my own
I don't need no hand out
We be schooling all you niggas we don't need no hand out
Our energy fit fry egg
Let's see how that
whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Ding fries are done
Ding fries are done
Ding fries
outside
Feeling her vibe
The feeling is right
What you doin' tonight
Hop in the ride
The Uber is live
Come to Moss Side
Chicken and Fries
Chicken and Fries
In the beginning nigga we all gone cry (Cry)
In the end Shit we all gone die
According to sin nigga we all gone fry (Fry)
Can't live forever mane we
Burger burger burger burger burger
Burger burger burger burger burger
Burger burger burger
With some french fries
Burger burger burger burger burger
Fuck you, fuck you and fry in hell
Fuck you, fuck you and fry in hell
Fuck you, you never where my friend
Fuck you, because you are so bad
Fuck
the french fry
He's talking about my many fries
Wait, could he actually see me through the Facetime, bruh?
Getting another call from Pennywise
Hello,
Top class all dancers tequila shot glass unuh can catch dah routine yah haaaa
Bounce dip duh di stir fry
Tip ina it leggo di bird same time
Dancing
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
ya gonna die
You're goin' straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucka MC gonna fry
Why try, if ya gonna die
pimp tripped out on that fry
The dikes done came through and straight threw off all the game
Got all these hoes thinkin' they could manage they own
that knew Gordon
All wished that he would die
Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!
Go to hell and fry, Gordon, fry!
There was a last lamenting at
A proud
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
and cough, I write
Peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright, pretty sure I'm gonna fry
This time I hope I'm wrong, not right
Man I don't
This is a song
About french fries
By the one and only, Conner Streit
Walking into the pit room at lunch
Looking for something right now to munch
But
well it tastes like cheeto hot fries
Cheeto hot fries
Cheeto hot fries
Remember that time where we we smoked hash but it was DMT
Remember last summer
work hard mi nah normal
NoLanding we nah inna di drama
Smoke No Bush Weed high grade marijuana
Mi just was dance suh mi ah
Stir Fry Inna di place
Yea
I got ketchup on my fries
Spaghetti on my tie
Red eyes
And stitches in my side, yeah
Oh yeah
Never do that
Especially not in front of friends
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room,
Small fry, should be in the school room.
My my, put down that cigarette,
You ain't a grown-up high
him with
The sole of my shoe
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't
no carbs
Big butt and you gotta gotta show it
High cut and you gotta gotta own it (gotta own it)
Steal his fries and then get him out of your head
Fronda Ta min bild
Ta min bild, ta min bild, ta min bild nu
Frys puta med läpparna, japp din tur
Ta min bild, ta min bild, ta min bild nu
Frys
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