Lyrics:
heart at all
(no, no, no heart at all)
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma Baker, to handle their guns
(Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma) Ma
to show me love
You've got to show me
You've got to show me
You've got to show me love
Check yourself
Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light
a hit
Wonya twa aa wo bedi
Single 4 1 9 twa no two sure ɛbɛ bo
Wonya twa aa wo bedi
Ɛyɛ sure baker perme na joo woni tro
Wonya twa aa wo bedi
Looke sharp
dee da yodele yodele dele de oo
Hop dee da yodele de oo yodele de yodele de oo
A baker's dozen bulbs are hangin by the door
Ol Nosferatu don't come
Kay Dee's delights bumping out the bakery
Got 180 pastries like from A to Z
What you need? We got that sweet and savory
This pressure ain't for me
I'm
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me
Fuck every job I've ever had
Every single one
Fuck Toyota, fuck my Hyundai manager, fuck hotel baker, fuck my old manager Chris
This what i really
This the shit that my demons are made of
Bad lil diva no make up
I see Dee team we don't shake up
Money dance-ing on me haters
Me need that vi-vi
When the work begins to pile up
And your temper starts to rile up
That's the time a fellow needs a song
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker
You can be
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up
And your temper starts to rile up
That's the time a fellow needs a song
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker
You can
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
The baker and patissier
Need work for goodness sake
Hi-dee-diddly-um-tee-dum-tee-day
What a merry time we'll have
Upon your wedding day
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
some dough make a baker mad
Rest my case I get a feeling that
I'm in my prime and I know you see the stats
You moving like you in a cast
Rigid
I gotta
kills
I'm the real wizard like Bradley Beal
If I'm gonna fuck with you then you gotta be a meal
Gotta be a dime
I went two tone and went blind
Twin glock
No discuss (Shh)
Send two to his head call that shit a concussion
It's me and her business if me and her fucking
I'm cooli the baker fuck hoes by
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
to tell me
Who should I live like?
We got the butcher, the baker
The candlestick maker
But see we all come from one creator
The birds and the bees make
When the work begins to pile up,
And your temper starts to rile up,
That's the time a fellow needs a song.
Doctor, Banker, Butcher, Baker,
You
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