Lyrics:
good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord,
sandaalit ja palloja paidassa
näin kun se suuteli toista miestä kadulla ja silitti sen vatsaa ja hymyili
kuuntelin rappukäytävässä
niitten oven edessä
ja se
It's an oven in the summer
boiling hot with fear
i've seen the towers burning
and some people disappear
its oven in the summer
cause things are
then it's over with
Ain't nobody else control what my dawgs doin'
Ain't nobody or a soul comin' close to it
Heat broke oven on with the door open
Whip my wrist over the oven
Bad bitches yeah I got dozens
Lil freak bitch and she want me
Nothing that she can do for me
I'm gooooone
I'm so
of the big big fat pussy cat
She want me give her a dozen back shot
Punanny have to catch of fire like a oven man hot
Check that,gyal ah check me on whats app
I get the bag & I double it
You get the bag you need oven mitts
Fucking your bitch & I cum in it
Then send her back home that’s the covenant
I get
Change is coming
Fuck it i ain't afraid of nothin
Stay in the oven Watch me bake
Oh he bluffin bitch i aint
Bitch im real you call me fake
Yet you
emotion
She heat it up like a oven
Me nah care if her boyfriend approaching
Lets make a movie girl wine slow motion yeah
Like a melody
Baby come dance for
bussin')
Shawty hot like oven (like an oven)
I’m baked just like a muffin (muffin)
I keep it ten toes you will never catch me bluffin' (oh no)
I used to ball
come and save me
Somebody put some taters all up in my face
Get them out the oven put them all up on my plate
Baked or mashed or grilled, no it doesn't
watching above me
They told me he died now I'm bluffing
I'm crying and fighting and fussing
These hollows get hot in the oven
I'm crying, he leaving me
the shoppin' shoppin'
Tree decorating and the oven poppin'
How we playing like we movin' outta timin'
How we celebrating and we not invite him
No it's all
I'm so hot gotta put on an oven mitt
This is my city, you know that I'm runnin it
Niggas talkin out they mouth until they get punched in it
I want all
don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my head in the oven
I don't cook no food keep the work in the oven
Sylvia Plath, put my
bumped
I be fresh hot baby comin' out the oven with it
From the Westside, baby just a little upper north
Got a hood in the woods I be good when I roll
I be
(I stay with the heat like an oven)
Yeah, I stay with the heat like an oven
I need 10 million hunnids Warren Buffet (Warren Buffet)
That's a whole
a honeybee
On the Mend cooking up beats
Set the oven heat
Roast up the drum machine
Serve it with something sweet
On my momma I'mma rhyme until my feet are
fred
Om der er lys når solen den går ned
For mens jeg er her er jeg oven vande
Jeg rækker min hånd mod hver eneste kyst
Jeg sejler mod fremtidens hvide
Waiting in a chair for the smell
To embrace me
How long does it take?
I don't even know if the taste is good
Oh God!
The oven's cold
Am I wrong?
I
the oven
Well Papa come home
The lasagna's in the oven
But what if it burns
But what if it burns
Better make it with extra cheese
Just how-a mamma-a
Ughhh
This shit getting hot like a oven
These niggas don't know how I'm coming I'm keeping it silent like 007
Time is commission my niggas and then
I'll knock nigga nose off before I let him take sumthin
Thinking shit sweet I got a cake baked in the oven
Moving them loads I got the game from my
on me, you get shot up
All of these bitches they fucked up
Lookin like a sinabun out the oven
Yea, sinabun out the oven
All these bitches tht I’m cuffin
I
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