Lyrics:
Lil Culture pulls up to any fast food restaurant like let me get a lean salad please
It's literally lean cuz they use lean as the dressing and it's
to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin' I'm on stage
At 17 I left the house
'Cause
'cause you know damn well you don't want this
Some good advice is just break out
Before I treat you like a fast food restaurant and take-out
As soon
on that minimum wage
CHORUS
Shove it in their faces, give 'em what they want
Got to make it fast, it's a fast food restaurant
Shakes' full of plastic,
here
When fast food restaurants elegante
Offer glamour with glitter galore
An tattooed hands hold champagne
That whispers of amour
To them
Champagne from a fast-food restaurant paper cup
Candle conversations in a power cut
Sometimes broken plans can end up
Better than when they're not
September the 2nd, 2017
That's your discharge date, etched in your soul
It's been nearly two years now, gone by so fast
Like the fast food
a prison to haunt
And you can fuck getting any kind of job you want
Unless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant
And who wants to do that? do
for a prison to haunt
And you can fuck getting any kind of job you want
Unless you really want to work in a fast food restaurant
And who wants
a desserted canyon, leaving you just unattended
Working at a fast food restaurant is where your hustle ended
All your muscles vanished, all your trust is panic
show you a TEC 9
I like fast money and fast food restaurants
Who finna pass me the torch
I’m the next one up
I fucked this bitch with a cast
a stack of cash
Chew your ass out like a Laffy Taffy
Dine and dash
You a two-star fast food restaurant
I'm higher class I've seen faster food
In my trash
was sold in a fast-food restaurant
Or maybe like a date
Two floors below the ground is how I get to second base
Every time you hear me rap, that’s how
And as he left,
They got out the hospital rich as hell,
The son got downtown,
And at a fast food restaurant told himself,
I’mma take the diamond, the soda
I'M DINING AT A FAST FOOD RESTAURANT
TRYING TO FEED THE BUTTERFLIES
I WOULDN'T THINK OF CHOKING NOW
I'M ON MY WAY TO SEE YOU
HAD ENOUGH
a stand
Small town stores are closing shop
Making room for new Wal-Marts
Auto parts and fast-food restaurants
Kids grow up and move away
Because they
the systems given us
Look how far its driven us
It's a little late to be a debutante
Remember checkerboard, fast food restaurants
Neck around the corner,
fast food
Restaurant drive through
Talkin bout a “lemme get a number 6”
With a number 9 too
Wonder who ordered for who
The truth is I know I’m right in
Used to wear your hoodie all the time
You always said it looked so much better on me
Every Sunday after too much wine
Like that fast food restaurant
share bubblegum and booze
When she's beside me I don't know what to do
When I'm thinking about her is she thinking about me too?
At fast food restaurants
a flash in the back of a fast food restaurant
He wasn't warned when I was born
She'd already torn
It's all about the breeding isn't it?
Fuck a bunch of all
THE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT
NO TIME FOR YOUR FUCKERY
GOT NO ROOM ON MY SCHEDULE
I JUST PULLED THIS BAD BITCH
SHE BI-SEXUAL
I WAKE UP
TAKE A PISS
AND THANK
got the automobile
We've got the German man
We've got the circle and the wheel
We've got the fast food restaurant
We've got the man on the moon
We've
sind Bonnie und Bonnie, Roadtrip zur Not im Bus
Nicht jeder Drive-By ist sunny, nenn sie Robbery Hood
Der Talk mit dir danach in einem Fast Food
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