Lyrics:
the tiniest little tadger
To the world's biggest prick
So, three cheers for your
Willy or John Thomas
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake
Your piece of pork
a jelly roll
He sings a song about a-pork and greens
He sings some blues about New Orleans
You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish
no good like pork rinds
Gotta go home to that whore wife
That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights
And he just made a hard right at the wrong
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork and beans (okay)
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smokin' me
Dro, hoes scopin' me, ice come from Boca
Your hot coffee & my black tea
I don't know about that
Oh guess we choose to disagree
But I like your pork pie hat
Well your sister always came
pork chops by the pale,
By the pill-box, by the suitcase,
By the bathtub, by the schooner.
Her name was Sara and she's a peach
But you can't leave food
cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin' boat rock
And catchin' 'em is like seeing Muslims eatin' pork chops, never happen
Southwest Murder Block Crips, we don't die, we multiply (Crip)
Maxo talk a lot of shit but is he really 'bout that life? (Say what?)
Is a pig's pussy pork
on Adderall, I been on gasoline
I had some Haitians with me, they off the pork and beans
I did new registration, I did some new Celine
They line up
drivin', drivin' the pig tonight
It's a smoky revelation
And a pork pie ecstasy
The steering wheel is turning towards a feast of possibilities
Little
pork
I'm prolly one of the realest yet
Trust me these niggas can feel a threat
I'm not too concerned with the internet
Come pop up in spots where we
my digital camera
I'm gonna make your momma do a million poses
They will be so surprised
We are so cool and thoughtful
Can't wait to pork your mom
in Memphis
Marchetti singin' the blues
Soul sisters hugging Senoritas
All sportin' Blue suede shoes
Pork pie hats and sombreros
Hangin'
fuck your vests
Fuck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God 'cause you know a nigga just went Ham
Hard as a mothafucker let these niggas know who I
on
Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond
My flow is tom-foolery
I smoke these pork rappers so fast they call me charcuterie
I beautifully
cars like a roadblock
They movin' weight like Atlanta was movin' boat rock
And catchin' 'em is like seeing Muslims eatin' pork chops, never happen
Suicide doors, brown Rover look like pork and beans (okay)
Everybody know me in the club 'cause they smokin' me
Dro, hoes scopin' me, ice come from Boca
my digital camera
I'm gonna make your momma do a million poses
They will be so surprised
We are so cool and thoughtful
Can't wait to pork your mom
City, yeah yeah yeah
Sin City, yeah
Pork's con's are squeaking from walking down the strip
Shon's at Liberacci's he got the tip
Steak and eggs with
to the vier (ding-dong)
Big Daddy Pork vor der Tür
Riechst du ihn? Dann bitte ihn herein
(Halb) Gott, (halb) Mensch, (halb) Bier, (halb) Schwein
Yeah, das
piskiem wśród iskier
Słyszałeś sprawdź w górach meteo
Z hukiem gwizdem w Polsce
Gural Matheo skleił nowy mixtape
Proste to jest Porkinson aka Pork Pores
3W
A merry one with pork and grease
And every guest was eating meat like beasts
'cause santa gave us lollypork and everyone was gay
The smell of frying pig
Yeah, I'm Chinese and what?
Yeah, you know who this is, Jin
Let me tell you this
The days of the pork fried rice and the chicken wings coming
Chicken Box, corn dog, hot grits, pecan logs, watermelon, pigs feet, fried squirrel, head cheese.
Pork brains, sweet tea, hamhocks, butter beans,
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