Lyrics:
the sprite woah
Live like we stars 2nite
Trippin off bars 2nite
I Scottie the Pippin expedite shippin
Then run off them carbs 2nite
MUFFLED BRIDGE
VERSE 2
Ho ho ho!
Santa's gettin' ripped and he's lost some weight
He's on a low-carb diet and he's lookin' great
He's got a sack full of rubbers and you
a trainer
[Nature]
Fuck a low carb
[N.O.R.E]
Cause now I'm like pro-God
Fuck a diet nigga cause I'd rather get a blow job
[Nature]
I got a gun
We're on our knees
With our fingers in our throats
To fit into the smallest jeans
We're on our knees
Counting carbs and calories
Slaves to this
Assassins unscavenge
Aesthetic trauma.
Bringer of the rising tide of low-carb soiled suicide.
Naturally unnatural the satisfaction's on it's knees
a new car
Whitened your teeth
Cut out your carbs
But still looking weak
You're sick of feeling like life's a no win
Well, step back, step back,
I've got a '66 ranchero, with a souped up 289 it's got a double barrel carb with four on the floor and when she runs it's really fine I've got
I've got a hot rod build for speed
I love you
Turbo gasket bi-carb wheels
My darling
A tank top crew, my own pool cue
I love you
When my parole
Flow state
Dirty carbs on my plate
I'm afraid to lose weight
Like i'm doing all day in the state
I got mine to meditate
Not a prayer advocate
spot with that hammer all clocked
Keep flexing nigha you might just get robbed
Onto the top and we not tryna stop
Getting some carbs, make my pockets
blessing a bowl of mac and cheese.
Now there's a man who spends his whole life fighting evil, best fill that boy up
With all the carbs that he can eat.
He
Käkar inga carbs men jag känner mig så massiv
Sitter på en piedestal uppe på ett stativ
Jag lästa att forskarna har kommit fram till
Att livet är en pjäs
husbands
and their powdered wigs
and their peg legs with decals on 'em
and their low-carb diets
and their Rockin' the Vote
and their collectible bottle
twitter fingers you'll regret it
Carb overload my ego bitch I just fed it
Imma dick dont know where I'm commin or where I'm headed
Gassed up you shootin
a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
with 4-11 gears you can really get lost.
Got safety tubes but I ain't scared,
the brakes are good, tires fair.
Pulled
what?
Like to smoke alone and I don't like soda
Carbonate a fifth, use a day-old cola
Don't like carbs and I don't like calories
Like my salad green
the brеad
Yeah, I just want the bread
That's a wholе lot of carbs
We just pulled up, back-to back foreign cars
See a opp, nigga, hold the Glock out the car
two Z's in ten minutes
I gotta trap spot, I'm renting it
Just cling and carbs, no beds in it
And I'm out the door if a feds in it
Done a lotta shit, I
And that’s why a marriage license is assigned a fee
My ex took half my bread, like low carb dieting
I was rioting, how the judge divides my things
How god
on a beat I'm buzzing
Mix Swiss Miss in the mug I love it, cocoa
Boutta blow like puffs no bluffing
Food on my plate intake had to up it
Carb
cycle on my peloton, extend those donkey kicks
I count the carbs and cut the lard, I'm out of points by 6
No cow, no pig, I'm sick of it, I think I'm
as Boepie aan my vat voel ek of ek fokken koorsig is
Hy rook Texan Plain en drink Brannewyn en Coke floats
En laat jou meer fokken carbs uitbrand as Tim
You're over there f***in hustlin' in your little g*****n Peloton
F*** you
F*** you and your diet
F*** your net carbs
This is my life
Rebel Lion b****
the carbs
Right
And baby girl this ain't a cover up
Back to my ways
I'm tryna get a little money up
Back to my ways
I tell the plug he gotta hurry up
Run in
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