Lyrics:
your chicken skin suit
You think you're pretty hot
(Pork pie hat) In the pork pie hat
Rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail
Rudie
Pigs everywhere in sight
And when those pigs got out of line
Pork and beans at night
With an oink, oink here, an oink, oink there
Pigs everywhere in
gettin' rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spendin' the stuff
Well, pork chops on the market, ask the butcher for a pound
Couldn't
I bank in France like Jack Palance
I don't eat pork like Mr. Roarke
I make them dance just at a glance
I set the tone like Al Capone
I bank
on the side
I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken
My appetite inside
I want the Frim Fram Sauce
With the oss and fay
With shifafa
on the side
I don't want pork chops and bacon
That won't awaken
My appetite inside
I want the Frim Fram Sauce
With the oss and fay
With shifafa
gettin' rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spendin' the stuff
Well, pork chops on the market, ask the butcher for a pound
Couldn't
gettin' rougher than rough
I make a lot of money, I just keep spendin' the stuff
Well, pork chops on the market, ask the butcher for a pound
Couldn't
blab, blab!
Blab, blab, blab!
Now when you come in for pork chops,
Or oysters that are fried,
You're gonna get more than pork chops,
You'll get
me stay the course (yeah)
Passin' on her like a plate of pork (why?)
'Cause bitches left when I was draped in orange
On God, they never came
Reginelli I'm more deadly than the HIV
And for all them niggas that oppose me you better bring help
I'm like pork chops and pork and beans I'm bad for
Voy a jugarme un albur con una baraja de oro
Que si lo gano ya estuvo
Y si lo pierdo nimodo
Pork yo soy de los hombres
K cuando pierdo no lloro
Las
You think you're pretty hot
(Pork pie hat) in your pork pie hat
Rudie can't fail rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail rudie can't fail
Rudie can't fail
ask for beef, homeboy
Don't bring me no pork chop
I turn your skin to pork, homie
With one chop
With a rusty switchblade that's
Dirty like bum socks,
favorite rapper
That I'm tryna kill him, really
I'm in the porsche drop, 911 Porsche box
They can never eat me like a
Muslim and a pork chop of course not
talkin to)
[ VERSE 3 ]
(Damn Kam, I got a migraine) What you eat?
(Just some pork chops and pig's feet
And a couple of strips of bacon)
What? (And my head
for hard
We cook some pork den we get some bitches
Nobody dey in charge
We dey fool tey
Ye di asa ye gyimi saa
Until the next day
Don't let anybody
a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We dey sork more club chop pork
Midoto midoto
We don go through
Walk into the box sticking lotto
We dey bet on ball to midotto
a little
Lyrics is the torque (Zoooom)
My voice is so infectious it's dirty like its pork (Yah)
Ejaculating my verses
My fingers switching to cursive (Whooo)
they never teach me lessons
Remember times that i was eating pork and beans for breakfast
So Fuck that hoping bitch I’m calming I’m gone be a legend
When
bored as some chalk
Hate pigs but im crashing on some pork
Didn’t have a blade so i hit him with a fork
Dont got a squad me and my people is a force
that pork big boy fork living how they want
Pull up Porsche whip some torque
Fresh off drop damn I'm hot doing what I want
Class like scotch inked like
on a show and I grew out my locks
Had cut out the pork
Yeah I gave it the chop
Lost me the weight by a lot
On the way up by the way that I plot
Thinking
every hour every minute
Wrote my sippy sippy cup a sippy sippy poem
He said yo, get out of my home!
Then we made up cuz I cooked him a pork roast
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