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on the salad
Catch a corn on the cob
No I don't do blogs
Haters wanna talk
But the fan's don't know
What's good for them
Get loose for them
Even in

checks
What's your name age sign
Dat you brandish
Toss corn like salad get caught
Ina pickle and you might get cabbages
Got pitched and left Ina tent
Inda

salad, corn on the cob
Kentucky fried chicken, Big Mac, Whopper
They even get the milk that's in your Blizzard

Yeah, he sees his weekend through

that I keep my mash and corn like potato salad
44 the thing mad up
44 it cause maza
Bro pattin' up the road now we pattin' up the wing free Grabba
I

but the shine gon' stay
I was raised off chitlins, collard greens, and corn bread
Conch fritters, conch salad & frog legs
Where I'm from I'll bust

and these shoes italian

im far from average bitch from paris lobster salad

Put the g in the wagon, it’s like three all the mandem

had me on the landing,

MIDDLE CHILDREN - SLUM IT 
WE'RE GONNA SLUM IT 
BUT YINZ AIN'T NO FUN 
AND IT DON'T MATTER 
EVEN IF YOU BRUNG A GOAT CHEESE SALAD 

WE'RE GONNA SLUM

This is tea don't be spilling my dam cup
And my shawty she tasting like fruit salad
Man I just caught a body I toe tagged it
Don't be thinking I'm joking

Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions

I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I

like she has no spine she/ grinding / word to No Malice/ I'm shrinking kids like Rick Mo-ranis / I'm thinking big/ all bread / no salad/ all fresh from

like she has no spine she/ grinding / word to No Malice/ I'm shrinking kids like Rick Mo-ranis / I'm thinking big/ all bread / no salad/ all fresh from

like she has no spine she/ grinding / word to No Malice/ I'm shrinking kids like Rick Mo-ranis / I'm thinking big/ all bread / no salad/ all fresh from

They wish but they can't stop clocks

Before I never had no opps
Before I never worried bout Jakes
Before I only knew bout corn on cobs
Before I only

(Either way I'll be tossing salads)
First I eat the ass then I hit replay

Yo
Booty booty booty booty rocking everywhere
Booty tooti fruiti Imma eat it like

can see the Holy Ghost
Pour the tec, Leaning like I'm Michael Jackson
That bitch wet, she salad I got the dressing
Boba Fett, eat her up like

Salad bars in this frigid town
Where the repo'd cars are blood-red brown
October stars flash numbers down for keno
Candy corn in an empty cart
You

to these bitches ears I hit that ass like the wrong note
My bitch bad with corn rows with boots on in farm clothes
You can find me prancing in the finest

breakfast
Because I want to get thin
Let me have a bowl of chile con carne and two corn beefs on rye
A large order of french fries, a malt
And a slice

is too dry
It needs some cranberry sauce
Let me grab a thigh
And give that salad a toss
It's Thanksgiving Time again
It's Thanksgiving Time again
It's

on sight
Grab that pop, grab that pop, grab that popcorn
Hey, hey, get a boy popped like corn
Hey, hey, I skrt in that foreign
Hey, hey, get a boy popped

in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen

Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high

potato salad?
Yo, listen

Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with

of those days when the corn dries up,
And your nose turns red, and the crystals break.
Late day, the sun sets back up,
Back up to the warm room.
God is lying

Do You Qualify

Domino

Physical Funk

1996

collard greens 'cause they're corn bread fed,
Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said,
Yo what is this, new statistic?
Went from pants