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Dinner at eight oh your always running late
I hope Im not all wasted when you come home
Dinner at eight oh the meal smells pretty great
Another
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
the dinners on me
I'm working all day
I'm standing on my feet
I'm Cooking all dishes
And I'm cleaning all the meat
Ask me what you want
I'll serve you what you
honey...
Robby, darling...
Eight o'clock on Monday Bobby fella...
Bobby baby...
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
We'll be so glad to see you!
eight hoes
Nine piece that's dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centrefold
Hundred on my shine
You don't like it fine
Got ya bitch tip-toeing like
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don't even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian marble
They
sirens far away
Blow a mill in one day
Diamonds dancin no music
Vvs str8 out the jeweler
Your man broke
Girl he fooled you
Baby come f**k wit a winner
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don't even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing on Italian marble
They
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Niggas acting like its Doomsday
I aint worried cause I got faith
Too much at stake
Evacuate
Real niggas assimilate
Fear and pain evaporate
Dinner's ready
in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our
1 2 3 4 You know what it is when i walk through the door
5 6 7 8 No need to wait im the dinner on the plate
9 9 9 10 10 10 When we get done we gon do
on the bus and start class
I get on the bus at a quarter to eight and arrive to school by half past eight
My first class starts at 9 o' clock
It's my daily
August twelfth, twenty twenty was the day that my life was gonna change in a very good way
Cause I met my baby boy, eight pounds four ounces
I used
Emma's late
Emma's late
Oh and I
I can't wait
My dinners served by half past eight and I
Can't wait
I can't wait til 9
The last time I saw my
way bigger
Baby check yo man cause i seen him wid her
When she wanna come around I like cake for dinner
She wanna bring a friend in my 2-2 seater
Baby
dinner, Jim
Jim put his arms around his Della
For ten seconds, let us look in another direction
Eight dollars a week or a million dollars a year
How
Dinner and dates
Type of shit where plating yo plate
Or You could just cook at my place
Hit the road we could hop on a plane
When I'm with you yea
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
So now you know
I'll work my 8 daily hours just for you
To make flower money to buy your smiles
Have dinner every night with you
I wish I could I
5, 6 I look at your bitch
7, 8 she here at my place
She eating it up like its dinner plate
She loving me and she loving my face
She want more that
Time flies
I never realized
It's 8pm and I haven't eaten dinner yet
I try
To always keep in mind
You can't play pretend
Long drive
Days will go by
She knows when I'm asleep
The dinner's served at eight o'clock on time
And all is well by nine
'Cause Rosanna yes Rosanna
Rules my heart
Rosanna
Thee Blasian Flash
Yeah
4 plus 4 equal 8
I ate these Rap niggas right off of my plate
I eat them up just like steak
You can't afford steak
Bitch I
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