Lyrics:
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all probably fry
I think that my brain is fried
La de da de da de da
Do not
a mouthful yeah
Way down across a long dirt
There's a house that's made of stone
By the woods, hidden by the trees
That's where a delicious meal is waiting
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
lil bitch from the west side she was top five
Ordered crab legs and French fries then we got fried
She gets excited of my lifestyle it got her hype now
need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried
at dark Yeah I can hear her van arrive when she parked it
Then our two dogs barking
I smell fried chicken dark meat (Bojangles)
My son left a lot of crumbs
sweating.
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next.
Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still.
Tied face goons surround me like cancer, drill
Me with
making the house
Somebody told you it was formaldehyde
(But isn't that what they pickle the frogs in
In high school?
This wasn't like that)
Anyway, you
everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin'
Bane from it, I came from it
I'm raised by it, I'm
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?""
[Interlude:
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up, eating breakfast, asking ""why?""
[Interlude:
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
and blue cheese on my menu next
Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
and blue cheese on my menu next
Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
me with second-hand
a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah
I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals
I'm just kinda fried, I don't know why
I just popped up eatin breakfast askin why
(Big Moe)
down ya house make you shop at home depot
I been at home alone just tryna get up in my zone got no time to party
Nigga it's on send it yo dome like
Palmdale
When the afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well I was standing on the corner sellin' rap cds
When I met a little
Everybody know that you a bitch, could see it in yo eyes
I stay out the way and get you fried like a McDonald's fry
No apologizing shot right to his dome will
She cooks with lard,
Loves hot food bars.
A quart of sweet tea,
And fried pork skins.
Can't get enough,
Eats 'til she's stuffed.
Goes
the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale (hell)
Well, I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs
When I met a little girl named
the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale (hell)
Well, I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs
When I met a little girl named
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