Lyrics:
that always smells of booze
Is this the life I dreamt or is it true?
Lobster tails and Irish accents
Drink till we lose, tell me where the time went
Hellshire go sponsor
Curry, shrimp, safta, steam fish and lobster
Dem heart twist like di Locs pon rasta
True a you di man a profile baby
Jiggle di body,
Brenda got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Brenda got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak
Ah, what I mentioned the falling apart thing. Uh, it is true, uh, I dunno so many, so many difficulties as as you grow older, you know, and I was
True Religion Jeans mit den Stacks drin
Louis V Duffle mit den Packs drin
Money machte aus dem Thunfisch einen Lobster
Money machte aus dem Thunfisch
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
Brenda got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Brenda got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak
Brenda got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Brenda got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
I went to Red Lobster for shrimp and steak
your seat at?
Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
We ain't never left, acting like we back
You should see us now taking pictures
case
Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate
They say I'm too fake, fuck it I'm paid
I can't even find it, empty spot inside my
Oh woah, best clothes
Makeup, face, hair, and paint ya toes
Anywhere babe, you wanna go
Benihana's, getcha lobster rolls yo
This shit a miracle
Got
thoughts over steak and the lobster
This for my hustlers
Killers, dealers, and mobsters
This for my hustlers
Killers, dealers, and mobsters
I know they
a ghetto man born and grow suh mi strong
When mi get my first number one
Mi buy a house fi mi mother yaw man
Far mi a come from
Now a lobster mi nyam fi
I am, but who you want me to be
A true thuggin' emcee, true thugs, with no strings attached
I wanna give you my slugs and don't wanna take 'em
Box
to make a movie got a documentary
Now everywhere she go its like Capo sent me
Its true, its true, its, true, I’m through I’m through, I’m through
There’s
the oyster party
Your mama's in league with the lobster gang
Bang bang bang the lobster gang
Baby, I'm telling you true
This feeling I feel about you
for the kid I hope that you're proud of me
I stay in a rut my mind so grimey
Living like larry so lobsters and fine cheese
Got my soul souring like Gin
steak and lobster but I ain cooling round with larry
It ain October 31st so I ain scary
Got drums showing like a band whenever we march
If I ever left
4 a couple more
Quit fuKiN 4 free u silly azz Gimp in need of a PimP
U lost and misdirected out here bad
Like a Simp with a fake limp
Lobster, lobster
boy for a burger and lobster
And I told him eat up
In the back of the Royce with my feet up
With my Puma G'd up
I got sweet ones sending me pictures
to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'm be fresh as hell if
to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'm be fresh as hell if
to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'm be fresh as hell if
It's true
I love you baby (I love you too baby)
Lobster baby (Lobster baby)
Bye baby (Bye baby)
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