Lyrics:
There was a man lived in the moon, in the moon, in the moon
There was a man lived in the moon and his name was Aikendrum
And he played upon a ladle
played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
"What was his hat made of?
Cream Cheese!"
And his hat was
upon a ladle
a ladle a ladle
And he played upon a ladle
and his name was Aiken Drum
What was his hat made of
Cream Cheese
And his hat was made of cream
me with ladles
Want a sample of the drip
Put your body with some fish
Make you a mermaid
Look at this
Yes my clothes
My flow
My attitude
Combined
a ladle, a ladle, a ladle. He played upon a ladle and
his name was Aikendrum.
And his hair was made of spaghetti spaghetti spaghetti. His hair was
made
played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his hat was made of good cream cheese, of good cream
khesi
Hai ye gama aale gama aale chore ladle
Rr eeika khaan peen desi
Rakhe kandhe ke pe khesi
Hai ye gama aale gama aale chore ladle
Rr ham balak se
leaning out the ladle
I'm the flyest nigga living in the
Whip while I'm still thinking
(Bet I'm on it (on it) bet I'm on it (on it)
This ain't no
Don't drop the ladle, don't drop the ladle
Hide yourself in the fucking stove
Don't tell mom, don't tell mom, don't tell mom
There's raptors in
on the table
Pour that soup with the ladle
Spin that motherfuckin' dreidel
This so fatal, cuz
This a, this a, this a fiesta baby
(fiesta baby) fiesta baby
Throw
a needle with a prune
Knee deep in the motel tub
Reba dangle ladle form her lip
Dip
Sip
Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Mutter
BARHE KARMA WALE HAN
ASIN LADLE CHINTAPURNI DE
SARE JAG TO NIRALE HAN
ASIN LADLE CHINTAPURNI DE
APNI BUKKAL DE VICH LE KE
KARDI THANDIYAN SHAVAAN
a needle with a prune
Knee deep in the motel tub
Reba dangle ladle form her lip
Dip
Sip
Reba babble to the nag with the lipstick perfume
Mutter
shall roll
Bring me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl
I'll fathom the bowl
I'll fathom the bowl
Bring me the punch ladle
I'll fathom the bowl
From
You file me with the libertines
I fold in line
My monthly dole of magazines
Beaming bistro shine
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily
either side of a big barrel
Of creosoteAnd I was matching
Him ladle for ladle, you know
First he'd take a pull on that
Old barrel and he'd he wouldn't say
to be this way
If I'd had to choose a way to go it might not have worked out fine
If I dine on a banquet laced with lies
I'd just assume the ladle
of the world
That all my smarts would never keep my path from being twirled
Or my flag from being furled
That is acrid truth
Though I gulp it by the ladle
ladle at
I used to wake up and walk down the ave
Now I am trappin to grind for my dad
If you know me then you know I am a sav
But I'm not stingy I hand
Lath bhot lagya kre bhoonde ladle
Suki feem khaan aale gunde ladle
Ek ek kr gode tek javange
Dada lai chale se r khunde ladle
Maade bandeyan pe kade
With a ladle,
Or a whisk,
Ion mind,
Bitch I grind,
Stirring bitch I’m wit the shits;
Aye this is Man vs. school,
Imma always be a fool,
The Pyrex
thoda gaur se hum ABD Kohli hai
Chhore kaha jate hain Mat Puch Mat Puch
Ladkiyan ghumate hain Mat Puch Mat Puch
Mummy ke ladle aur bigde bhi hum
Abbey
care ae..
Bhole ki oat bs itna sa rohab ae..
Jab ponche Khali kare mantri bhi chair ae...
Aur ke mangey ladle tu bol..
3/5 kari sale urre ae denge
up sauce
With a golden ladle
Best life yet that's my label
All this water Dripping down my neck wet
Lady liberty standing right over me wet
Thankful
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