Lyrics:
in the roast
We'll be partying coast to coast
To this is what drink and toast
the bottle to the white man
Before I could sing my ABC's, I had a AK
Before I could count through one, two, three
I had a trey eight
Can't cook roast, but I
on
Nigga goldie loc got the heat on roast it
4 tay on the way plus the twins is posted
Bout to set it off bet it's off the hook
Straight crooks, gettin'
to me man den ah propose toast
If u nor dae dance den u coco roast
Eh
Go popo ose
Ah tell da baby shake am lek u popo ose
Make u broke back lek u popo ose
say hoe
Blow shit, roast ya than down in Waco
Big foot raps nigga let's make dough
Pull up to the lot, valet the Range Rove
Flyer than
to do this rap
I feel kinda sleepy, better take a nap
Not too long a nap, two hours, that's a winner
I wouldn't wanna sleep to a roast beef dinner
Roast
the Boones wine
Gettin' mine, just like I'm supposed to
And if you fuck with the Rock, I'll roast you
A little toast to the real emcee's
Ain't no love
Just like the sky
Fresh like an angel
The sun that roasts and sets upon my back
So bitter sweet, some kind of savior
All the smoke and bitter feeling
roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea
Follow it up with some banana pudding and a walk around the farm
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
I haven't seen you since the big burn
Now you look like a Boston fern
We had a pig roast with the earth
and it spun on its axis like a pig
What’s to say, it’s the laughs
That’ll i’ll miss the most
An old wave, a new crash
Gone vericose
Dear baiters and haters
You can host the roast
Dear
will condemn in me, the things you
Love the most
You will condemn and roast the things you want the most
Happy days
You could never find an answer
They don't know they the joke and still try to roast me
I'm wagyu meat, you garbage scented roast beef
Talking shit bout my music, but you like it
Got coke to sniff and weed to roast.
Plus no need to boast; let's snort
Two in the back, one in the front,
Do you wanna ride in my car
I wanna, I
Sunday morning, fuzzy head, crazy hair
Cup of tea, Sunday roast to prepare
Bathroom routine, make the bed, down the stairs
Check the phone, gossip
of fire prevention
If I roast marshmallows over their bodies
Do you think god will still find their souls?
Just want to be like we used to
Under
a poster
I got that fire my nigga I roast em
‘Look my attire that shit so ferocious
Look at your shit that thang is attrocious
My niggas smoking that hidden
roast beef
Gets dashed against the co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kid's new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice
The ghost
Tonight we feast and dance within this hall
With wine and mead; our bellies growing full
We'll roast the boar and burn the candles bright
And you,
Rest in peace to Heath Ledger, but I'm no joker
I'll slow roast ya, got no holster
Wet glass on your table, nigga, no coaster
Burn bread everyday,
roast beef on the rye
And he's watchin' us all in the eye
Or the kaiser
Of the tiger
The rye
I don't want a girl who hangs on every word I say
Who shows me off to her parents over roast beef on Sunday
I don't want a girl who thinks she has
dass es bei den kleinen
Dummen Kids gut ankommt
Roast Yourself (Opfer)
Roast Yourself (Fotze)
Roast Yourself (Schwuchtel)
Roast Yourself (Nutte, eyy)
the chestnuts roast
Girl I'm trynna show you some love and affection
Girl I'm trynna show you some love and affection
Girl I'm trynna show you some love
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