Lyrics:
on the window pane
Wash it
Hold tight do-dat-do-day
Hold tight she wants some seafood, Mama
Shrimpers and rice they're very nice
I like oysters, lobsters
a-hold tight, hold tight
Fododo-de-yacka saki
Want some sea food mama
Shrimps and rice they're very nice
I like oysters, lobsters too,
I like my
on the window pane
Wash it
Hold tight do-dat-do-day
Hold tight she wants some seafood, Mama
Shrimpers and rice they're very nice
I like oysters, lobsters
on the window pane
Wash it
Hold tight do-dat-do-day
Hold tight she wants some seafood, Mama
Shrimpers and rice they're very nice
I like oysters, lobsters
i'm bored
When it all comes down to the essence
I will trade my future for the present
The world is my oyster for the price of my soul
Created in
propellers hit you
My bitch wanna oyster perpetual
With the pear-setted crystals
Think it's Armageddon when I start the Hellcat
Tesla sound like whistles
comin and the world’s my oyster
Weekend’s here, I’m bored as hell
I must be missing it
Even when I feel content
It’s all space fillers, time killers,
This could be your thing
Oh, I'm not one for giving
And you stand at my window
And I look away
Till the lights change in your eyes
They grow colder
It's you and me
We're riding in a limousine
Baby I don't wanna be seen
Windows tinted gotta keep it discreet
It's you and me
We're riding in
of aspiration
Or an oyster with a pearl
Tomatoes in the garden
And the jelly's in the jar
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart is with you
I
beaks, shocks
(Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating)
Tornados, crockpots, kumquats, baseballs, plants both big and small
Oysters
between his teeth with his claw
Madame Minou was quite fluffy and fat
From a wide window sill she gazed down on LeChat
And blinked twice in the sun
As a man
Where ducks hang in the window just like stockings
And by the lobster tanks up front there's a group of happy pilgrims talking
Elsewhere babies are
to sleep in an empty house
When your brother's gone and your luck's run out
And ice pours through every broken window
And all the friends we've known
em talking in rhymes to my reflection oh,
Bad man you know I’m not allowed,
You’ll find me crawling out my window,
Bad man you know I’m all about,
daughter?
The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the poorer?
I used to see her Sundays comin' from church
We used to kick it at her window when her pops
the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty
In six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
Actin up, chickenheads
the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty
In six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
Actin up, chickenheads
the Tahoe
Spandex for money, I stay on the tight
G-packs and weed stacks stay on the flight
Elbow out the left window, okays on the right
Canary out our
daughter?
The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the poorer?
I used to see her Sundays comin' from church
We used to kick it at her window when her pops
not my girl
Let me tell ya 'bout what I've been seeing
It's the window to the world
Let me tell you 'bout the secret
I've been keeping
Said
On the darkest day, the darkest day
Through the window
I look on the Firth, I look on the Firth
The sea is never the same
It changes every, it changes every
was popping, Keak da Sneak had different flows
And when '07 came, the hyphy movement's window closed
Hearts broke but fuck it, what the way this
the window
Shotgun is a chick
She ain't fat but she thicc tho
How'd he pull that off
Now he got those ladies
How'd he pay that off
He's way too young to drive
Discuss these window oyster Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In