Lyrics:
lifting
Onion bread with the shine to it
It's up and fair to the fine stupid
But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun
And neither's Europe,
Cheese and chocolate,
goodness, no!
Milk and onions,
no, no no!
Bread and butter,
better – though:
Milk and honey,
perfect, oh!
Perfect, oh!
And now you:
Cheese and chocolate,
goodness, no!
Milk and onions,
no, no no!
Bread and butter,
better – though:
Milk and honey,
perfect, oh!
pickin' up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got its own fuckin' personal trainer
I'm in the club throwin' hundons
Smokin' out an onion
Garlic
Ay, me and my baby, we be gettin' to this Money (Money)
Fresh out that bed, she be bustin
Down them onions, for me
Count up that bread, she so sweet
others
She was the last great muse of Paris
She used to say: "the only thing i need is an onion, some bread
A bottle of red wine, and i will always find
Jam, Croissants, and coffee
鲱 鱼洋 葱 黑 面 包
Herring, onion, rye bread
Every one, every where, Happy New Year
丸 子 浇汁土 豆 泥
meatballs with sauce,
then you jetted, now I’m focused on lettuce
Broke my heart then you jetted, now I’m focused on the lettuce
Pickles and onions, aye
Pickles and onions
bread, onions
Mozzarella, and Gouda
Getting Gwala on the 'puter
Need the cash on the double
Stack the currency in bubbles
Need the Hunduns by dubs
bread
Onion head, layers be the cause of deadly breath
That pungent stank
Smells like you're in the bottom of a gas pump tank
Pump tracks how I run these
ain't runnin' hoes
Five hundred 50's look like corned beef on the onion roll
Not white bread, pop a nigga like a whitehead
Remember Brandy at Coach House,
floral print dress covered by an apron.
Is that enough? She says.
She knows.
No, I say, more please.
Butcher paper one knife no fork white bread
money
Roll a joint out of an onion, my Bentley outside runnin'
Pilin' bread in the safe like it's an oven
Bread in the safe like it's an oven
Got
not frontin'
I'm making bread off the onion
Busting jugs early morning
She fucking hate that she loves me
My swagga ain't got a formula
Flip a bag I
to the money, get the bread, I get my onions
Instagram me, sendin' death threats, but he won't do nothin
I do this by my lonely, if you don't know me, do not make
homie
Word to mother
Motherfuck the "milk and honey"
I just want the "bread and butter"
Selling "onions" no "dehy"
Need a parachute cause I be fly
In
you
Please honey, hear me
I promise I'll always be
Right here when you need me
You are the best cook I've ever met
But you'll put anything on bread
Barbecue saucе, I think these are beans
Sriracha I bought in 2015
Several ends of breads half a mouldy onion
And empty bottle of wine and
A single english
don't want no beef, but I'm milking the cash cow
If I say a pickle, that's a pound
If I say a onion, that's an ounce
Yeah, stacking bread and cheese, I
fuck some
Like how you fuck cause you see racks and
You ain't ask for none
Do wholesale, but break it down, you get a
Couple onions
Hot cross buns, we
Send dread to ya head, beg for the bread like a benevolent materialistic kid lunatic taking a fit
Baked off a hit of beautiful booda
Spooning kunis in
peeling back the layers
Like an onion girl
Don't try to save me
Just stay away
'Cause I might make you cry
Like an onion girl
Like an onion
Hey, ay
I gotta smoke up the onion
Cookie beat a nigga head, concussion (Cookie beating my ass)
I just be talkin' that money
Me and the bread
Before twenty naira bread na the biggest bread
Now one hundred naira bread nor dey reach belle
Twenty naira bread na the biggest bread
Now one
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