Lyrics:
needa land a shot
Just need some pliers and fry you like some tater tots
Bash your head in with a rock
Oo cause I ain't even need a glock
To fry you like
man man gotta post that post that
Postman Postman deliver the flow like a dope man
Fry any beat like a fry pan
Ma bro got the hook Im Peter Pan
This
tomatoes cold fries
McDonald done f-ed my order up for the huf time
You the type of girls to misinterpret what is 5 guys
You the type of girl to give
your main ill be your side of fries
Im the type of ni**a that they idolize
Putting in this work like a 9 to 5
I need me a bitch that's gone ride or die
on my game, you gon' have these players ticked off
Hate up on my game, we ain't playing with a missed shot
Turn you into fries, and I like my fries
I’m flipping fries
Get a check then I start again
Knock me down but I’m gonna win
Said I been at the bottom
I been at the top
I been on the road
I been
lumalala oh 'yung 'di nawawala
Nilalambing kana't lahat puro pa dada
Mahal naman gutom ka lang siguro ito fries (fries)
May milk tea pang kasama 'yan
Thumb up thumb down
Without blinking
From birth the writings on the wall
It’s back to reality after all
I’m just a poor guy another small fry
Trying
high
Find a Chick-fil-A and we getting fries
And we getting fries, and we getting fried
Almost to your place wanna end the night?
How you wanna end
racks
Big bags on me I got gas like I'm Race Trac
Front him four I need eight back
Fucking with the Klan we gone fry him like the Wing Shack
Pop a X like
murk you
Fry his ass up like sum muffucin soul food
Choppa gone dice em like he was bird food
Boy you a kid u still got curfew get yo ass bacc lil dawg
Its los taquitos on mines right where the homey little chewy died
I'm ordering carne asada fries all of the homey's from Otay posted up
I take beef
haven’t money, but you have french fries money
Belgiumvie pancarte stop, retour... ne passer la frontière
Ouais t’es posé tu poses tes sap, t’essayes de
bitch like a beam
Spreading the love and I'm spreading her thighs
Saying she love me but I know she lies
Fucking her pussy and eating some fries
What
small fries I'm a Big Mac
Niggas tweaked smoking big crack
If you think a nigga ain’t been that
Hoes calling for that dick back
Up in her mouth like a tic
and he packs out hearts with pleasure
Such a wonderful guy, it's Stephen Fry
An advocate of Apple, iPhones up to his waist
He's probably a good writer
and done
You know it’s time to run
Yea it's time to run like it’s dinner time
Fry a hoe up and call her stir fry
Whipping in the kitchen
Migos couldn’t lie
it, then I let her fry it
It do taste like crap, so I think she'll deny it
But I take a shower and then she gon bite it
Always caught up with the
Always
couldn't shine like you shine
You even finer when I seen your behind
Oh, do fries come with that shake, do sides come with that shake, I'd like that on my
I got mob ties, real ties, don corleone
Big fries, five guys, guess I'm playin goalie
All eyes, by surprise, imma kill em slowly
Big prize, god
fry
Say you'll have riches
Yo I'm cryin'
Get a grip
Go flip them fries
Boy go sip till your demise
You'll never get a real job
With them tats
and fries
Well she's my Burger King Queen
Burger King Queen, Burger King Queen
And she's everything to me
so anyway any how holy cow
what the heck's
canal, I sit down along the shore
I throw one lonely duck my last french fry
I had a dream of drowning¨c¨ci heard the underwater roar
So pack me up in ice,
with me
He's gonna fry my eggs, mop the floor and do all the laundry
I see no point in living in the past
'cause I went that route before and even then
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