Lyrics:
with custard, man
Roll to your girls with custard, man
Apple crumble and custard, man
Plain sponge and custard, man
Ginger cake and custard, man
Angel
said she was sweet
And her cheeks turned
To red from the blushing
Hmm yeah, you're the apple of my eye
Custard apple of my eye
When I'm with you it's
me, tempt me, fallen bride
Take the apple from my eye
Slippery, prickly, scales they hide
Oh, how they lie
When lust returns and bites
Tempt me,
with peas and hot baked potatoes
Apple tart with custard chips and a pie
Is your tummy rumbly too
Sausages and beans and cheese and potatoes
Oranges
the dandelion is a weed
the bluebell is a pretty flower the holly is a prickly tree
wheat once did grow wild as apples
some people are poisoned more easily
So stiff and stuck and prickly
He came in and then back out quickly
But lord not any quicker than according to plan
Like a soldier, one foot in
Wish these idiots
Would leave me the space
To bear my homage
To his prickly face
Love befall from the apple tree
Energy creates energy
Transmit
look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my
custard,
I always love that best with treacle- tart. Yorkshire- pudding cooked in a dish, hand cut chips,
battered fish, apple crumble goes straight to my
look like pie
Sweet potato ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard, cherry jelly
Don't make me get the biscuit buster
What up gizzle you my
done brung us some peppermint candy
Momma fixed a custard pie
Bought her a store-bought doll from Jackson
She's a apple of everyone's eye
Chickasaw
done brung us some peppermint candy
Momma fixed a custard pie
Bought her a store-bought doll from Jackson
She's a apple of everyone's eye
Chickasaw
hungry you look like pie
Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon merengue
Apple custard cherry jelly, don't make me
Get the biscuit busta, yeah!
What up, Gizzle?
spy that I know does not)
Scary men dipped in mustard
(English mixed with Dijon)
Mrs. Crabby Apple
Won't get custard
Won't get crumble
Spies, we
onions on sauteed fish
Little Royal, candle and one big kiss
You my pumpkin and my 'nilla custard, you cussed me out
When you found condoms laying in my
lady would you be kind enough
to give me something to eat?
A piece of bread and butter,
And a tender slice of meat,
Some apple pie and custard
Just
Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk
prickly
Conversely
Colorfully adorned
Beautiful despite its thorns
Blooming in the thicket
Naturally dressed
To impress even though
Naked to sight
the universe's thirst
From orchards lush, they brightly gleam
A symphony of flavors, a fruity dream
A pineapple, prickly and proud, standing tall amidst the crowd
Apple Pie and Custard buster, Spaghetti Head
Oh Go Go Thunder then
Ice Cream, Crisp, The Mumfie Gang
Rain sang Rock is dead so sing it again
Brutus,
in music
Roll a dutch as long as a pool stick
And make sure everybody down for this movement
Niggas is apple pies, soft as coolwhip
And Detroit
her ear tell her keep that on low
I break where the dough I break bread with the bro
I like my pies with custard I like my check with some numbers
My
She's the rhubarb to my custard
The apple pie of my eye
She's Miss Scarlett, I'm Col. Mustard
Wielded the candlestick in the love library - she's
custard
Tryna see if you could be trusted
Speak to me words
Say speak to me words
Like a lullaby verse
The better you serve
The better i hit
So you better
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