Lyrics:
to know
I'm telling you hank hill is the king
Now our kind of food is barbeque and steaks
We hate jet skis and beaches
We like fishing boats and lakes
Fuck you, bitch! (Pro-pro-producer tag)
Fuck him, he's fake
On his birthday, I ate his cake
He smells like fucking steak
I need to take a break
stacked
With steaks on steaks on steaks on steaks on steaks
Butter, bacon, cheese and lasagna in the tray
Need an enormous man with an enormous stand
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
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
heavy
Like the steak fries
Glue the pedal to the floor
Cut the break lines
Fuck the medals in the war
It's for a breakbeat
Small circle so we all can hit
the coppers
The whole neighborhood watch us eating steak with the lobsters
Feel like waka flocka
Big greech with the choppa
Smoking weed in the halls at school
Cozy had potatoes
Rollo had a steak
Cody hated pot holes
And Daniel found a stick
And if you found out what we got
We wouldn't give you a single
Pro-pro-producer tag
**** him, he's fake
On his birthday, I ate his cake
He smells like **** steak
I need to take a break
**** him, he's fake
On his
man Jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go, gotta go, more
What the fuck is wrong with you man
They want to eat my trunk and I will give them this steak
If you have any questions, send them to me on the card
the country for a couple months
I gotta keep the goals online
Hotel lobby like a club, got me drinkin' on raw wine
Steaks and shrimps on your plate, baby
We
the world's an ocean, oh
I'm drowning
Pretend that I'm pollution, oh
I'm dying
Pretend the steak's a cowboy
And the kiss will kill you
You'll make
the mountains are near
I just wanna go home
Home to where
Mom's steak's got no price
And my father's advice
Just feels better at
Home
Home
Home
Home
When clichés
Mitsubishi
Honda
Toyota
I’ma steak yo bitch and fuck you up
Mitsubishi
Honda
Toyota
Ima catch yo bitch and fuck you up
I like her pussy wet
think I'm tall, nah
Bitch, I ain't broke
Bitch, you think I'm tall, nah
Pullin' in a race, Andrew Tate
I'm eating all the steak (I ain't)
Pullin' in
man Jake up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go, gotta go, more
We eatin sirloin steak, why'all fools eat Cheerios
We got, top-notch hoes, why'all fools got crack-hoes
We eatin sirloin steak, why'all fools eat
stream
I hit the top
I'm eating steak and lobster tails
The sauna's drafty
The pool's too hot
The kitchen stinks of boiling snails.
The tax man's
Sew back my eyelids
So I can see this
And cut the tongue from my mouth
Then take a steak knife
Drill it into my shoulder
To let the pain bleed
the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket
Wake up my flow is on the rise
Steak, cop, choppa, pills, drugs
Wake up my flow is on the rise
My neck is wrapped in chains
My glock pow-pow
vont te le graille, faire un steak avec, demande aux soldats sans grades
N’ouvre pas ton cœur, ils vont te le graille, faire un steak avec, demande aux
C’mon Tina and eat your flipping steak
You gotta fight the liger with his super strength
Nessie’s at the bottom of the lake
C’mon Tina
C’mon Tina
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