Lyrics:
what's the pie without the pastry
Feeling all your vibes but I can't deal with all your fakery
Thinking of the nights you here and all the things you say
Marcello
Here
Schaunard
... I introduce myself. He hires me
I ask him...
Colline
Cold roast beef
Marcello
Sweet pastry
Schaunard
When do the lessons
itch (Bitch my)
Dick game technotronic commit cybergulary
Ah, she a pastry chef and I stole her cookie
I'm strokin' like a vet even as a rookie
I leave
her my prayer
She probably hates me, I ended our love by just being hasty
But she is the one, as good as they come, I swear she as sweet as a pastry
You an uptown baby, sweet like pastries
Came from the badlands, where they raised me
Walked into my life, girl you changed me
Me Play them strings
alone
A full trunk from a dumpster of pastries
Split three ways rich with sugar dough
Too poor to buy treats at the cafe
Its open all night so we might
guava the pastries
Love my blue eyes and her skin tone amaze me
Have some wonderful babies
Credit is great bought a house with mi bebe
Wake up to huevos
we out of time
Then we back to square 1, basic
Love still eludes my share, straying
From all the right decisions i’m not making
All the pastries that
piled on my plate
Papaya pan fried going on a dinnerdate
Paprika on my parmesan on pasta on a pastry
And a piggy with an apple in its mouth it's really
Lately, I've been on my dough like a pastry
So focused on it think my baby mama hate me
Lately, I've be taking shots no safety
Red dot expand a n****
Thats a black whole
All my niggas trapped in
All the fathers, No kids
Imagine that now
God is Dead
My mother raised me
Granny made the pastry
The old man
out of these suites on a daily
I'm living my life like pastry it's crazy how my life changed on niggas
I know I'm that nigga
I know I'm that nigga
I
like pastries
I get drip they still shopping at macys
Got like two of them
But I still went and copped me the newest one
Got like two of them
But I still
Purpose can't escape me
Bible on the daily
Even when your voice
Feelin sorta kinda faintly
I been making choices
Sorta kinda saintly
Feeling like a pastry
telling me im moving up weight b
Im really cooking up cakes no pastry
Gucci Pouch on me when i step in the booth
Shes telling me Babe you do it way too
pastries
But I'll be the same me whenever you face me
Nothing could phase me, living in HD
Authentic is how my mom raised me
If life is a race, I know I'm in
can't dance, but that's my jam, let me show you these drunk moves
Aye, baby looking tasty, ass on pastry, all that junk food
Cake, cake, cake, and her
one can take her place no
She tasty
Wanna see man on a daily
Said that I wasn't her gravy
Now I put meat in her pastry
We on the same page like cakey
That lovely shortcrust pastry
And a sweet juicy fruity filling
All topped of with a light dusting of icing sugar
But they've been in the shops since
soft like pastry you gonna cough if you hit this dank weed
The way you rolling that body is simply amazing
Mash for my dreams like storm you say that I'm
Hoes out grimy and these niggas moving shady
Speaking all facts mumble rap niggas hate me
All you niggas fruity and sweet just like a pastry
Finna sign
something like puff pastry
I know you lying in your raps Casey Anthony
The only way you shooting some shots you turned to a athlete
You can never pass me I'm
making pastry dough
And if I ever get in a battle I'll bring State Farm to stand up like a scarecrow
"I think that you should take a break now"
Never, if I
situation
You're clouded
Covered by an artificial smoke
That smells like pastries we'd wake to get before two pm
I don't see
I don't know
I don't taste your
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