Lyrics:
Lying and deceiving and counting calories
You make me wanna boot
You savage gruesome brutes
Don't look for the answers in me
People are the root of all
ABOUT TOO MANY CALORIES
THEY SAY IT MAKES YOU FAT BUT IT’S A HONKY TONK FACT
BEER MAKES YOU LEAN
I PUT SOME SCARS ON MY GUITAR
WHEN I USED IT FOR
What's on last
99 calories
You can do it you can make it quick
Rip that rap that round ya dick
That a boy that a girl
Look at dat they do a bicep
off with some exercise
Apparently running is the best for time
Half hour, 500 calories, you make up after
That's the equivalent of four bacon rashers
burning these calories calories calories
Cause I’m chasing that bag gotta make that cash yeah
I might be exhausted
But that can’t stop me
You know life
legs still
I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
From New York but still I been hating the knicks
And fuck jordan but still I be
All facts, no fallacies
Making love, burning calories
It's official when you make me sentimental
I used to hide emotions, now I share for healthy mental
passed, ballon blast meet ya doom fast
The dudes on these sides got goons stats
I’m grass roots burn calories make u lose fat
Trash ya new raps, Po's back
to morph into your type
So I'll take sugar and cream
Cause no lack of calories
Will make you see me
VERSE 1
DID YOU GET ALL MY LETTERS
HAVE YOU READ ALL MY MESSAGES
YOU KNOW TO ME YOU'RE A TREASURE
I WILL BURN ALL MY CALORIES
JUST TO MAKE YOU
you falling pick up GOD sake
Calories make you all sick then back in bed uptake
I never record dubtape for you and any mundane pop you pip in purp pape
visions I was shown
And I'm just hoping that they notice for they know that I was chosen
Wack is my allergy, haven't lost a calory make sure if you coming
those pimples on my toes
So cover me with kisses, get yourself some calories
If you don't want me climbing up the wall
Don't fool around my fertile
have the game wrapped up by halftime
All these pics looking like a photo gallery
Running for the touchdown burning all my calories
Team make you pay big
're willing to taste but afraid of calories
You better make up your mind
And take a stand for the better
Because when you're denying your soul
You're out
Pour the sugar down
I make you count calories
Them skinny jeans ain't gonna fit
Let's see what's underneath
If I feed you
What you gonna be feedin me
been riding in a fast car
Burning dirty gas won't get you that far
I feel I've been riding up the wrong path
But I'm gonna make sure I get the last
You search for perfection
But it doesn't exist
The media trend
"Being thin will make you happy"
All your life's problems
Will shrink as well
You
chick a mess of calories
Banana split for my baby
A glass of plain water for me
Flip back the lid
Scoop everything in sight
Make it a rainbow of red,
chick a mess of calories
Banana split for my baby
A glass of plain water for me
Slip back the lid, scoop everything in sight
Make it a rainbow of red,
And I don't dance
I get head
And I don't even iron my pants
I got a dead steel
Yall niggas ran with your legs still
I.ll make you lose calories without
my chick a mess of calories
Banana split for my baby
A glass of plain water for me
Flip back the lid
Scoop everything in sight
Make it a rainbow
Happy bees
In the land of fleas
Take me to a dream
Calories
Going to your knees
Welcome to 30
Make a man of me
Make a man of me
You're not half
something 'bout your personality
Ooh, and these cars, and clothes and calories
To her it's just an everyday reality
So, what is you want, girl?
What is it you
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