Lyrics:
on the frying pan and bathe you in lard
Then preach "it's better to be grill than fry"
You look around and see the golden finishing proud
Then you wait to hear
sighs
Met her at the fry's
Connected first at the eyes
Then I peeped her thighs
Damn shawty fine
Mind on my money money on my mind
And at the same time
a comeback town (comeback town)
Ooh y'all, comeback town (comeback town)
Homemade wine
Hand-me-down land
Chicken fry's better in your Grandma's pan
Oh,
blowing kisses
Know some niggas that can fry you like they experts in the kitchen
Dior apon my body no I'm not a Christian
Bank roll crip hunneds ye we all
a niggas noggin turn to spaghetti
Then fry him up if they beefing me
Feeling me
Know an couple niggas ain't feeling me
Know an e girl named Sydney
But I
Funk time, soul time, it’s time
Let’s play those all together, all together, yeah
Good as French fries
Except this French funk
Come on, yeah
You
dope fiends in my family tree
I remember getting the news my uncle rock od'd
No fry no wet no promethazine and my bezel do not scream
You know
to freezе up my wrist, huh yuh
Huh yuh yea yea ha
I got the Glock yea I got the fire
We light him up like the 4th of July
I'm a big dog he a small fry
You
that you be talkin barely getting you by
Purple kush and chocolate thai every day I'm getting high
Burgers and some french fries still don't fill my
why
Brodie gon back out that pipe
We cook it up like fries
We cook it up like fries
Baby girl
Your the only person that I want in this world
I just
now
You was tryna fry me, fry me
Kicked me while I was down
And then tried to bite me
That's when I gave you that Holy right knee
Now my logos on your
serve beef and it come with fries
See my eyes I tell no lies (no lies)
Man it's crazy how time flies
Now all she wanna do is get high (get high)
Take
inside
Craving
Some choda and fries
Craving
Some choda and fries
Aoowuhuhuh
Aoowuhuhuh
Think I can have a nibble?
The special of the day
Is choda chowda
always flying
Never had caviar
I need to try it
I'm on a livet
Can't do diets
Need the grill
Sometimes don't fry it
Eating seafood with the fries
Always
poodle
I'm switching the lane screw em
He said he want beef
So I gave him fries had to smoke him like a hookah
I got drip scuba
In the demon I gotta
the hat ha
Sike nah
I had to go do it hit him in the eye
Blicky finna fry him make him to a fry
She said that she want me I ain't cutting ties
I said that
mans right
Treat your mans right
Lessons learned, quite
Lessons learned, quite
They think I'm shy
They think I'm shy
Need a Leela, Fry
Need a Leela, Fry
Peewee like they played at una
Damn, what's up with these small fries
Peewee, they can't see me
Wish nigga would rub me wrong, I ain't no genie
Wonder
and some fries
(Fries)
Cause we might all wanna eat
We all high like D.O double G
Let's call a doctor D.R.E
Now we all feeling like the OG's
(OG's!)
You
up high
No girl could feel as beautiful as his baby does tonight
Hair streamin' out while I feed him french-fries while he drives
Oooh I never felt
doing
Sweet dreams are made of this
Only among us to shit and pee
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who amo
Oh my god
I'm going to fucking fry your ass
Get
fries
I got the cheese and the stacks
The racks
The packs
Those some archaic lil guys
Pisces
All of my bitches, they Pisces
ሸጋ ልጅ from ሸገር
I got her phone
on the line
Fry that n- like some fries at Five Guys
That is fake Chrome Hearts that is disgust
Shoot that n- up prapapapa
We gon' kill 'em we gon' kill 'em he
I ain't ever seen 'em outside (Outside)
Not outside they home 'cause they small fries ('Cause they small fries)
I'ma throw that girl a bone, have her
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