Search results for 'tummy crunch'

though
Shawty get hit told that bitch work her tummy though
She crunch dick in a split I get gross I get sick I'm repulsive wit hits got that yummy though

yum
A gobble gobble crunch my tummy’s full of lunch
Mmmm yum mmmm

undress the girls that you're skirting
The art of peer pressure got you and her hurting
As you cock back the gun that you're jerking
Stomach crunch tummy

at your tummy, I bet that they crunch you like sit-ups 

I smoke more zips to the face than a bathing ape hoodies 
Keep flashing your goodies, might get

Grumdy
Walk it in my tummy, hmm
In your kitchen, Captain Crunch
And ice on me got my nose runny, huh
Alexander Wang, my stomach (huh)
Lean in

Oh yeeeaaah
I found me a snack in the back of the cabinet
Debbie got some cakes no star crunch where her package at
She got her own sack chasing

pop a tesla in a crunch
I been done w such and such
Never got my money stuck
Kanye got his tummy tucked
Never got my money stuck
Kanye got his tummy

now I'm reaching in its tummy
Bringing out something sweet, there's something yummy
Feed the family if they all hungry
Don't forget about your honey

Lyrics:
Tummy Tuck, Fucking tummy tuck,
Fuck him up, Fucking uppercut,
Run it up, Run it up,
Gotti got it cooking up, Speed it up,
Double cup,

(uh huh)
Whippin' ass and rap with laxative, tummy shit
And I need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance
Catch me on 'Fax

Give Me

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly

2002

got the benz
And I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sent
I guess my mind was probably on my rent
Oh I got my mind on my tummy, and my tummy on my

Give Me

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly [Bonus DVD]

2002

I've got the benz
And I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sent
I guess my mind was probably on my rent

Oh I got my mind on my tummy, and my tummy

days
It's crunch time, like Lays
Look at this money I made
He won't say nun to my face
I'm in first, he in last place
Run up that sack and I run up that

the writtens
Phone full of women
Juxtaposition
I need the car outside to lose two more doors
Outside even street lights go home
Crunch time women dropping

(Crunch)

I got my homies like Cult Of The Chucky's
Four deep we riding 
Sticks in the buggy 
Blast on some Maxo hitting my Dougie 
V12 like bungie
Whip

the writtens
Phone full of women
Juxtaposition
I need the car outside to lose two more doors
Outside even street lights go home
Crunch time women dropping

Yeah, it’s crunch time
Doing battle and I’m 
Always on the front line
So from here it’s a
Race against the clock
I gotta beat myself to
Make it to the top

crunch
Come here lil' baby let's pop them tags
Stunt lil' baby let's rev that jag
They think i'm a joke they ain't gettin' jack
Ain't savin' these hoes we

Hey Ronge what you want for lunch
Super silly snakes and such
Feel the taste and hear the crunch
See the faces of the bunch
Chomping on snakes I want

Hey Ronge what you want for lunch
Super silly snakes and such
Feel the taste and hear the crunch
See the faces of the bunch
Chomping on snakes I want

the fuck out the way
Gimme all the money
Hundreds thousand dollars to the face
When I put it in her tummy
Baby Ima do the race
Nigga you can't take that shit

All on my dick and she suck me up
She likes my dick in her tummy yuh 
She likes my dick in her mouth 
Yea she gaggin' on it yea she suckin my honey

and falls flat on her tummy
Owwwwwwweeeowww she screams rolling over 
And rubbing her right leg and scuffed knee
Toy cows tiny horses and small trees fly

river, I'm eating brunch
Tummy's getting bigger cause I'm eating brunch
Rolling round the block, you want brunch or not
Got butter croissants, and they're