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151 Heinz 57 route 84 Lumber
Exit Phillips 66 I won't ever forget 
Ohhh Baby ain't life a trip

Well Rocky could only do one thing well
And it landed

Cheeseburger in Paradise

Jimmy Buffett

Songs You Know by Heart: Jimmy Buffett's Greatest Hit(s)

1985

nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57

nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57

in paradise

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty

stay with the sauce, no ketchup
Heinz 57, better catch up

We too deep in now to mess up
Too much racks to keep the pants up
I was born to the grind, I'm

on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch up nigga, you behind, where I left you
I

Catch me pulling up in all black like I'm a spy
57 ways to learn the sauce like it was Heinz
57 ways to hit a bitch and break her spine
Brody said he

going to hell huh

Be so good I made it up to heaven
I got the sauce drippin' like it's Heinz 57
I'm so mean, so lucky number number 7
I'm back to dead

Heinz 57
Find me and you can get it 
My timing always epic 
When the drought hits and planes land I want all the credit 
Nothing over here on credit

Helens
Killing Heinz 57
My mustard seed's a weapon
I tote it like a big gun
Big fun
You gon need both hands to shoot off this one

It's that shit you

Shorty LILA seamoss thick and her face  precious
(M-hmm)
Got a drip like Heinz 57 thick Ketchup
(M-hmm)
Say your name don't be a lame bring your A game

and not for the snake dish
Heinz57 the flavor I'm making
That's right
This year I'ma take it
Ain't no patience
We straight delegating
Send me in, any space

Good Damm Man

MJG

No More Glory

1997

Ya ass don't smoke if ya ass don't choke
I'm too thick to be faded, Heinz 57 thickness
I freeze ya ass with the motherfucking quickness
It's the grease

so the boy real chilly
Smooth like butter
Got it out the gutter
Start to get leeches so I changed my number
Heinz 57 but they all taste mustard
Gotta

and my young niggas
Skatin' up yo' sidewalk
Catch up with yo' bitch ass
Like 57 Heinz sauce lil Tunechi

I'ma hold you down like a concealed weapon
First

behind me
Tryna catch up wit this girl
Like some 57 Heinz
And you deserve lobster mami
So how bout I make reservations
At crustaceans for now
Table for

Audio Dope II

Curren$y

Pilot Talk

2010

Money can be made out a rhyme
I can do it on the dime
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Call C.S.I.
I got um runnin' scared tryna catch up
57

them niggas
That's a toe tag
He get zipped up in a body bag
We spin a bend yea back to back
Draco's
Fn's
Draco's
Fn's
57 Heinz the paint all red yea like

she worth a quarter brick. Sauce on em, make it drip. 57 Heinz, on my old bitch. 
Wrist wrist wrist wrist. Lil mama bad she worth a half a brick.