Lyrics:
buds sing
First up we got crispy lumpia
It's the egg roll that makes everybody say ya
Dip it in vinegar or a sweet and sour sauce
Then crunch crunch
Doo Doo Brown
Monastery, Chicken head
Bust a Juke, hit the Jit
Cabbage patch, Bankhead
Butterfly, Tootsie Roll
Lean wit' it rock wit' it
Do
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
the cheese, all the pickle,
and the ketchup, and the sauce
Lettuce, tomatoes and onions only please
Would you like cheese?
That's right, lettuce, tomatoes,
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
Takes a wad of dough and he plops it on the table
Makes it flat and round and pours in a ladle of tomato sauce
Spreads it, red, thick, and sweet
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but
(265 got the sauce innit baby)
Oh God it's legacy
Baby yanga Tasha, AboBuhle naba tasha
(AboBuhle naba tasha)
Brown skin yeah tasha (brown skin yeah)
Long distance California let me call J Brown
Hear the story off of a cappa who was first described
Do one for money Sauce keep thirst alive
Like
today.
We've string beans, and onions
Cabbageses, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say
We have an old fashioned to-mah-to
A Long Island
today.
We've string beans, and onions
Cabbageses, and scallions,
And all sorts of fruit and say
We have an old fashioned to-mah-to
A Long Island
be my witness uh
Cant pigeon hole the cat i hit up
Soul of the Pac in modern day wok
Mix with james brown with the jungle jungle
Ali with sauce, boy
there's many ways
Ranch chipotle or that onion sauce
So many ingredients to deal with I get lost
Lettuce tomatoes onions and green peppers
Eating fresh
that I know
I hit me a jugg then fuck on a hoe
Count me a hundred then re-up again
Roll up a onion then hop in a Benz
Shawty be sinnin' but she heaven
Onions EP, DEADCRW, yo
Drinking some moonshine under the moonlight
All my illusions go into fruition soon as the shrooms tried
Chew on this moon
Ngathi ngi'onion
I don't count losses
I'm the one they're counting on
And I won't stop
Run it like a marathon
I don't force I don't fake it
Ngihamba ngale
I Get the bread
You got the beef
Onion chopper
Got the cheese
In a pickle
Lettuce leave
Yea she bad she a BIG MAC
So get the bread
N get the cheese
gave niggas like all of the sauce and they still wanna go back and talk to my hoe
He say he seen me I'm probably with Meechie, I ask him if he wanna die
pizza
Bell peppers, olives and onions and spinach
With garlic alfredo instead of red sauce
Little Caesars fucking sucks
And Pizza Hut's wings made me sick
Aye! Bitch!
Why it be so difficult for them mans to remain a hunnit?
I just been on the boardwalk with some steak and onions
Oh for Christ's sake,
fallin' out
I wear these brown orthopedic shoes
'Cause I got a bad case of the gout
I know you want seconds on the corndogs
But there's no reason
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
Launch
Ooweee what's that
This that
Hot Sauce
Coupe
I just
Dropped my top off
Nyquil
In my Punchlines
Knockout
Back back capper
I throw hats
Too much drip
Got the pretty girl sipping
Too much sauce
Got the hottest girl slipping
Too much loud
Got the hippy girl tripping
I got too much cash
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