Lyrics:
up the heat 'til we fry
The girl is at your side, are you gonna do?
She wants to be your bride, are you gonna do it?
She wants to multiply, are you
done (done)
And you're done (done)
Fallout
Nobody left to crawl out
If someone calls we're all out
Turning into French fries (fries, fries, fries
Leader est la gamberge
On a jamais baissé les bras
Bad Boys de Marseille
Unis aux bad boys scélérats
Mafia K1 Fry, IAM, ouais massifs on se ramène
shit jam
Nigga standing right behind me
I think I'm caught up on a creep
I think I need to prayer to Lord, my soul to keep
Dis nigga about to fry my
Ate a spicy burrito
And some chilli cheese fries
Stomach says oh no
My bowels gonna die
With Ghost and Reaper
Jalapeno
Scotch Bonnett
All I breathe
thrill ya
Party killers, we won't die
Hard body bitch made cats is gonna fry
Solidify we're champions, youngens we're bonafide
Wanna swim with
A full hand
Wire-fry a belt blown drive
Haymaker a quick turn
Holy-roller say goodbye
I knew you'd seen it my way
Ain't got anymore today
Forever
Before another dose
Makes your brain go fry?
Living dead
into my 'you're too old for this'
With your vanity on
So dual key
So freedom fries
So Texas vow
You and your wife have teeth alive, now haven't you?
let's turn up the heat 'til we fry
The girl is at your side, are you gonna do it
She wants to be your bride, are you gonna do it
She wants
they say
Quick pick-ups, feelin' like a holiday
No parkin' stress, just cruise on through
I got an extra fry! Oh, if only they knew
Drive-thru
beef
Nigga I got bigger fish to fry now
Empty out my account and I'll pay for sleep
Where's my bottle
Money change and people change and people come
Powerhouse hit his body like a shock wave
His brain fry his body stuck inside the shock stage
Lead make a nigga soul fly fuck a Luke cage I’m jus
I read books
This the hook
You a crook
Ask me what it took
Ask me what it took (yeah yeah)
You look shook
You a fry
I'm the cook
Ask me what it
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
Pad dog that's my cousin I love him too
Wishing I could reverse us patrolling the turf
Tam's burger for breakfast, chili fries on my shirt
Granny
Good morning, son
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a Coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five
Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights
And fish fries and shootouts like one SIG
Stroking my hair
Choking places
Stroking my tie
Princes with the dollar eyes
Morning fries and light-up TV
And advances in the sweater vest
Picking
Of a lyrical ass-whoopin'
We'll let it fly
Watch your career go up in flames, let it fry
Watch it die, no get back, just sit back
Enjoy the ride
Live like it's
and French fries
And my cherry slushie
That's red as my friend's eyes
So goddamn high I fell asleep
In my friend's ride, shit
I'm fucked up, but these the days
Hold up
Wait up
Whats sup we up
Hustle move it save it
Then reup
Soldiers slide through
All my Gz up
Toasters fry you
Promise dont freeze up
Hold up
distress,
Deploy the Roughnecks
A hero to answer the call
So here we stand
Were not afraid to die
Armed and dangerous
Some bugs are gonna fry
So sinister I cannot repeat
From my eyes flows glacier water.
From my soul, sick obscenities.
I died eating french fries
In the restaurant
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