Lyrics:
mammoth steak
Well, maybe I should take another peek
(Aaah!)
Livin' in the fridge
You can't stop the mold from growin'
Livin' in the fridge
Can't
At the loveless motel and restaurant out on Highway 33
The matchbook says call for reservations
Country ham and biscuits, delicious steaks
I met
time ago, she started
A job, serving chicken fried steak and corn on the cob.
She started out shy, but she ended up sure,
That a ticket
Cheesecake, cheesecake, cheesecake
Comb4t gotcho back bitch
Ain't no cheapskate
Tryna get that cheesecake
Like my steak in T shape
Dinin' in my PJs,
steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all
to the promised land.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State,
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in
peppered steak, with corn
Pulls her dress up over her head
Lets it fall to the floor
And does she ever whisper in his ear all her favorite fruit
And all
All my niggas outside, steak, bitch, we out back (out back)
I don't care how long it take to get a (opp back)
All my niggas (outside), steak, bitch,
An endless darkness
Light steaks the void
These are signals you send forth
Your emissaries
Laser thin beacons of understanding
Hailing an uncaring
Coffee break
Lunch at noon
Pumpernickel steak
Green and orange room
Done my list
I Make my way
To help my mother
End her day
Fresh cut grass
Sue wants a barbecue,
Sam wants to boil a ham,
Grace votes for Bouillabaisse stew.
Jake wants a weeny bake,
Steak and a layer cake,
He'll get
Takin' pictures of Q while he's sleepin'
It's a pastime
Uh
Throw a steak on the grill, put the drink on chill (chill)
This a mothafuckin'
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Hollywood
Eating a big steak dinner
They tried to get her to go back
To pick up her prize
She stood up and told them
You just don't realize
That he's
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta tata
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta tata
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Assez porté sur la tortore
Il s'tape des tonnes de steak tartare
Puis Otto rote et
Sue wants a barbecue,
Sam wants to boil a ham,
Grace votes for Bouillabaisse stew.
Jake wants a weeny bake,
Steak and a layer cake,
He'll get
please, don't
For anything you have got
You've got a fame
I've got nothing
I've got a steak
You've got garbage
You've got a fame
I've got nothing
like B-2 steak sauce
This tastes like B-2 steak sauce
This tastes like B-2 steak sauce
This tastes like B-2 steak sauce
After fishing it's off to Big Als and make the scene
Then down to the riverboat for blackjack and slot machines
Cartville and Hofbrau Hauz
Steak
this how society works..
I'ma tell ya ..
He got beat-- He in ther stealin steaks everynight
and stealin everythin else everynight...
Gets beat down
on the eighty-eight
Red great on the eighty-eight)
Well, he'll work all day
For the price of a T-bone steak
(Red great on the eighty-eight
Red great
Sue wants a barbecue,
Sam wants to boil a ham,
Grace votes for Bouillabaisse stew.
Jake wants a weeny bake,
Steak and a layer cake,
He'll get
Philippe's for the steak
And hella thots up in the Wraith
I can't wife that thot
Tell that bitch, "Get out of my face"
We killed your big brother
We
Hamburger steak, Holiday Inn
That's the kinda world that I live in
Play a different town most every night
Lovin' your woman write a new
Song that's
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