Lyrics:
you're style
you look cool(yh)
The earlier the better I make you my pride cuz you're just good and wonderful
Crossing the days that we had
what we had
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass not get pissed off through my bird lips as good
good on the gram
cnd I'm hoping she don't have a man
Cuz ready or not I'm gonna shoot my shot
Cuz I really don't give a damn
cnd it goes like
Egg plant
chest
If me nuh clap it inna your
Head me still nuh feel good
Bird shit inna your mouth, eagle
Bury some a dem and leff
Some 'pon the street to pussy
You
Everybody get up good morning to you
The birds are chirping i don't f - with you
Eggs, bacon, grit's
You better use a condom if you taking that
All
the stairs. The door creaks open.
A witch opens the creaky door
Witch: Yes?
Kids: Trick or treat!!
Witch: Spider eggs, spider eggs in a dish
How many
nigga)
What's really good, nigga? I'm feelin' good, nigga
Rest in peace lil' Wesley Wes
A pussy ass nigga always kill a good nigga
I'm high
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
If I don't love you baby
Grits ain't grocery,
Eggs ain't poultry,
And Mona Lisa was a man
All around the world, I'd rather be a fly
I'd light on my
Give me love
Give me love
Like i wanna
Wake me up
Scambled eggs in the mornin’
Don’t wanna get outta bed
I don’t wanna
So good
Fix my life like iyana
their Spanish accent
And it's a little slice of heaven makes me forget that I can't pay the rent
Cause they got a barbacoa, chorizo and egg, and picadillo
their Spanish accent
And it's a little slice of heaven makes me forget that I can't pay the rent
Cause they got a barbacoa, chorizo and egg, and picadillo
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play
paid my time and now I'm good as new,
I paid my time and now I'm as good as new
They can't take me back unless I want 'em to
If it keep on rainin',
a good idea to ask Kemy again
Hmm mm... No no, it???s getting late
Let???s begin to do something
I think you need to crack the eggs first, Billy
Hmmm..
This is Jay P Bangz
Remember I ain't have a pot to piss
Scrambled eggs with a pot of grits
I done seen the worst, I been through a whole lot
Easter is the time we learn that good is better than bad
You might see an Easter bunny or Easter egg that someone hid
It's a wonderful time, that's what
Spoken: Eggs
How many of them will you want
My good old man?
How many of them will you want, my honey
My lamb? Spoken: A bushel
Why a bushel of them'll kill
Well the music was sad
The widows all dressed in black and we sang Told stories all about the good ole days
There were hugs to give and a few more
I went down to the hen house, the hen house
To see what I could happen to find
There’s my old chicken, my chicken
Good old Martha, that hen of mine
a turtle die
Adult right ankle
I'm not a good leader
Really old cotton eye
You want to talk to a lawyer
Read, wallet, cut it now boy
You have wanted out
If I don't love you
If I don't love you
Grits ain't groceries
Eggs ain't poultry
And Mona Lisa was a man
All around the world I'd rather be a fly
surround sound with
That 81 good stuff
Watch it with the sound off 'cause I
Can't understand that Spanish gay fuck
Please speak English, I don't like
These
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