Search results for 'Orchids and Onions Awards'

A banging pasta bake
Muller corner, onions, orchids
The smear test blues
Put a shawl on that mannequin, mate
Can you imagine the rent
I want big pearl

mad at us?
I told them niggas "get a bag or somethin'"
Just blew through a half a onion
And inside the blue bag, the nigga Bern had
Fuck rap, gotta

Potatoes, tomatoes and cucumbers and peas
Onions and lettuce and cabbages and beans
Peaches and apples and pears and plums
Grow in abundance on all

I'ma doodle (pew pew)
Rolex on my wrist eating funions (bling bling)
Mincing up the brick like some onions (whip it whip it)
Bad bitch with Ass

He was a black orchid, black lux, retired criminal
Only wanted the wins, off orbit, kinda mythical
'Cause he got nothing to lose, said he got no fear

seat
Yeah, life gets morbid so I smoke her from my orchid
Grim and changing portions, make the passion sported

Just like we had no choice, I couldn't

the network
Award winning composer, arranger, rapper's net worth
It's prolly in my closet on a hanger, these fools
Is out of pocket, they pussy as Joe

like Blac Chyna's
I seen you out in London
Had to bag you like an onion
Put you on that counter
That fridge or the cupboard
You in Ann Summers
I'm all up

Right, on, time
I walked into the stu and now he wanna spit a rhyme
I had about an onion, nigga had a couple bars
He already one deep, might as well go

mo problems 
Life after B.I
My young niggas pitching work, told me call em C.Y.
Ain't no awards in the hood, just make it before you die 
And throw

wanted is a grammy award
They be on the gram
Niggas talk shit
Bad bitch from the gram
She can drop shit (yeah)
Back in high skull
Never had shit
Since I

(Dreams)
Im balling threw the screen giving out source and receiving award
Gueness Record
Onion diamond chop like cutting board
(WARZONE)-they  set

made me cry imma need a onion
Nigga be fly all the bitches on me
Just keep it at hi you don't really know me
Right by my side I got all my homies
Hope

an onion
Search for something deeper that's gon really give you something
Me, I'm little drummer boy
Keep pa-rum-pa-pumming
And running for it, going forward

to move onions
Switched the grind
& gotta new budget
Biz is bae
Hustleholic
Now this is what
I call boo lovin’

(Hook)

Verse 2:
Winter nights
In my ride

eyed forgetful, splash on that ass, I can flex something wet
never been the ordinary, science fair protege, they gave me some awards, and that moved