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money Nobody No money Nobody No money Nobody Bread stick Bread stick Up in your ass So cheap So cheap I'll cut your throat Bread stick Bread stick Up in
you at? Anything I said was facts I put my city on the map Yea Walk that nigga down He gon die We leave em stuck uh Clip like bread sticks He wanna eat?
to kill yourself And for the dinner party I threw on the company card Before I did it We practically ate olive garden Out of bread sticks Which is crazy
I should work at Olive Garden The way the bread sticks to me I'm a rockstar just wanna rock like I'm uzi They askin for the juice this ain't Jamba no
way, now it's a one way, don't get your head picked We chasing the bag, fuck is you chasing, you chasing that bread stick See that's just a loaf, what
KONFUSION But it's only a temporary formality Cause my man Scott turns illusion into reality A loaf of bread (a loaf of bread), a stick of butter Somebody's
trip, but I love that dick Treat a nigga real quick and I love that shit No mud, I'm the shit (no mud, I'm the shit) Got bread, no sticks (got bread, no
I zigs em, I zags em, I brands em, like Zorro I shop at D'Agostino for a bag of Stella D'oro Bread sticks, oh yes it's the Books plus three Of my
saying- Playing with the mystic, call him simplistic I wanna chill with the bread and fish stick They put on their lipstick Rip to this chick, told me
saying- Playing with the mystic, call him simplistic I wanna chill with the bread and fish stick They put on their lipstick Rip to this chick, told me it's
saying- Playing with the mystic, call him simplistic I wanna chill with the bread and fish stick They put on their lipstick Rip to this chick, told me
Playing with the mystic, call him simplistic I wanna chill with the bread and fish stick They put on their lipstick Rip to this chick, told me it's
lived I'd hang around like an apple in a tree Borrow some bread, stick of butter, cup of milk And some sugar for me I'm cookin' something sweet Oooo,
hang around like an apple in a tree Borrow some bread, stick of butter Cup of milk And some sugar for me- I'm cookin' something sweet Oooo, Oooo, Oooo
some weight I'm tryna face what I'm afraid of Just to prove that it's fake Then I'm out, but hold up Before we head to the exit's Let's get these bread
You think that you're mean, everyone sayin no más you think you bout that shit, don't believe it till you show us bread sticks hot n ready, serve you
newspapers Enough to spread the cheese around like a pizza maker But that dough sauce and cheese is a bad mix Niggas a melt ya mozzarella wit a bread stick
Netflix Peter started peeping out Like a bread stick Head is what I’m needing now But I’m desperate Bitch I’m barely breathing now Heart just stopped (Bitch
Mercedes Benz, fuck your boyfriends, it's the weekend Come on get in girls, we're going shopping Maybe hit up the Olive Garden Free bread-sticks? Shit boy
my homies I just eat spaghetti I ate too much spaghetti My head's feeling heavy I just want my guap-y In a supra fuck a chevy Olive garden bread
the Bentley that's Suicide Rudolph interior red nose I deliver your pizza wit bread sticks But i need I need extra dough like I'm Dominos All my jewelry be
would look good in some lingerie Four cups into that Cabernet The word fuck is a verb we can conjugate I got a hot bread stick for your Marmalade Call me
Velveeta macaroni shells With the bread sticks When that phone get to ringing yeah I answer it Stack that shit Invest that shit Than do it all over again
Sharpshooter leather, shades I'm on some Brett shit And they only talking franks on that Sabrett tip Make a movie long clips look like a bread stick I flew her
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