Search results for 'cone+pepper'

Ice cream yummy
Ice Cream Good
Ice cream Yummy
Ice Cream Good
Ice Cream Yummy
Ice cream Good
Pepper yucky
Pepper ew
Geng geng geng geng grow
Geng

I been mixing lemon pepper, with the pink runtz
Smoking cones, big like King Kong
Got a nigga mind gone
Yeah a nigga overthrown
They back to back

Greasy fries
Dripping sauce
Burgers stacked
They're the boss
Fast food joint
Neon lights
Late at night
Satisfy the bites

Salt and pepper

like I passionately blew it
Ass and titties type of player, I don't pick and choose it
Brought a pack of pickled peppers, I gorilla glued it
Just

ketchup/catch up like HEINZ
Smoking all these CONES I be feeling like a PINE
In a DARK world nigga im just trying SHINE

Yea she want the stick like we playing

slurp up the salt
So where's my pepper?
Spray
From my brain waves open my eyes
To better days
And the water has never felt wetter
Than when the weed's in

that theyve been dropped
And I will stab u with icecream cones
With all  calcium in my bones
And all these exes in my phone
And they keep calling like

Inzone 

She gone treat the D like a snow cone 
Give her moby dick ima realign her back bone
Money money money over bitches like a fraction
Talkin bout

Got me on the hook
Плотно так подсела
So i lost my mind

Мясо лук морковка перец
Meat onions carrot pepper
В кухне тянется лапша
Noodles getting ready

Hold on it's bout to drop

Wassup to my shoota
Wassup
Shoutout to my jeweler
You know the cash
Is the ruler
I mean kv
She the ruler
Rolling cones

forks, good mood, long talks
Cook on the pavement and the bread is toasting
Glaring midday hurts my eyes
Camp fires later on and peppers roasting
Evenings

(prrrrr)

Hoje ela cola com daddy, wasabi igual Chilli Peppers
Bart no beat, e no dab (É sacanagem)
SMK ta de hack
Deixa eles cantar de galo
Enquanto nois

celery chop
A little pepper, a little milk of the poppy
Little posse in effect
Analog mono-poly Man'o'War
Walloping the auto-poly avatar
Mind on his

together till we die
Forever her and I

I'm the old salt, she's pepper. I'm the bacon, she's the eggs
I'm the top of the table, but you know she's got

shawty call cause when shawty call
She got crazy dome like the gnome heads
Spit game like a old heads
Nigga no cap like the cone heads
In the garden with

the whole shit

I'm being lost now
I make a blust on the 16 dope
My mind, need more dope
Never been that happy, you know

My life is like a cream cone
Scrap

then the bullets turned to gold
Bonnie met Clyde, took the bullets on road
Told her when I die roll me up into the cone,
Turn me into ash sprinkle it

Ninety Eightmrs Lisa candy lady trapping in Dixie holmes
Sixth grade Westside elementary smelling like pine cones
Crack house frayser circle next

Igbami kunnu igbami zobo lamange
Pepper dem bi rodo miikinshey tatashe
Katowi enutibe
Won nipe bawo losheje
Olonbe s'awon toju e lo
Ajekun iya lomaje
Omaje

encamped with local salt and pepper tramps
Known to rock the building like a Superman villain
Doomsday with a Flava Flav clock just chillin’
Try to kill me,

just chopping up
Once I hit the cone these niggas straight did me in
But these niggas didn't drop me up
Took my shirt off and told these niggas run again

chop
I'm about to set it on fire
Add a little mint-pepper sauce
Kicking raps, throwing punches like a Bellator sport, uh
You cannot critique the form

Sheesh
Ima trip on this bitch nigga

Off night dripped I'm off white I got a black tee on
I'm smoking on vanilla flavor out a waffle cone
Can't

running at the Super Bowl
Look
Peter Piper pick a pepper
You stay on the sideline hating bout whatever
Praying that I fall
Money stashed inside the wall for