Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlemen
If you may just uh, Take a moment to
Put everything down and raise your glasses
Straight from the land of Junior MAFIA
He figures out a restaurant
Where they won't be recognized
He can always slip the maitre'd a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for
He figures out a restaurant
Where they won't be recognized
He can always slip the maitre'd a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for
O to sing like Junior Corrado
In the middle of a restaurant with my friends
I shed a tear to know they're all still beside me
Even the ones who are
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I'm into sports, I think I really need a team
I got a room that's on the highest floor
Never
cutting up a cracka like we cooking at a deli
Yea, we cutting up a cracka like we working at a restaurant
Told lil shawty to come over and she eat it like
a striker
A tyson, when it's violence, I'm solid, I am
YEHHH'! I am, Junior, young, ruler
I am, the +boo+ to +yah, boo ya, spook ya
True guy, who I? You are,
When you're young and you're in love
High school next year, this a problem
Sophomores, juniors, seniors, everybody saw her
I remember browsing
They said that Eightball was seen with Luniz
And the M.J.G. a Mafia Junior Ghetto from the Three Six
No Limit Dollars made mad Tricks
Somethin' Hoes With
from a distance here she comes
Walked a couple blocks to have some lunch
Downtown vegan restaurant
Should of had tacos I feel dumb
Drive to south-central
that he was still a virgin until a Junior in college
Damn guess it's better than acting stupid and popping
See you could be operating at a higher level
Butter Cups Junior Mints and Nerds
Butterfingers Baby Ruths and Snickers look like turds
Snacks snacks snacks
Baked goods
Donuts muffins Twinkies Ding
Ain't no need for niggas
Walking round thinking its cute
Call my man
Have junior walk him down
And execute
Calamari fry your bitch
A restaurant
nätet blir häftig och Mister
Maddison Welch tar sitt automatgevär
Och börjar skjuta vilt in i den restaurant där
Han tror att pizzabagarn skändar de små
dem Sägeblatt bis zur Segelyacht
Yeah, Shindy hängt nicht ab in deinem Partykeller
Ich sitz' im Restaurant am besten Tisch in Margiela
Bomberjacken,
liten treplate. Etter
noen innledende forsøk skal han underholde i Restaurant Grotten på sin selvbygde elgitar og ditto forsterker, sammen med pianisten
chaiselong
Sagde til junior fra Furtuna "Har ikk' ondt af nogen", yeah, rrr
Om det weekend, jeg i gang, om det mandag, jeg i gang
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