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on the couch
It don't even make sense when we're in the same house
Next few days we don't even say nothing
Running to each other on the way to the fridge
Waiting

When he hopped out the bench (Out the bench)
Hiding the fridge
You never in Phipps, you writing them fibs
I get the back-end go dumb in the VIP
You can

something in your fridge
Lose the bag and save your money kid
Take a break, try to resist a bit
I’m still me, even without the weed
I love life, I even have

or two things
But I'd rather take a psychedelic shroom
Then what got to say
Sick of having nothin' in my
Fridge but a thang of
Salad dressing and a little

Feast or famine, I want salmon on my dish
Growin up fucked up there wasn’t
Nothin in the fridge
Can’t trust your relatives jеalous
As these fellas is

and start slingin'
I've been there, no gas
No electric to the kitchen
Fridge cuts off, defrosts and starts stinkin'
Whether Gorbals in Glasgow, Mumbai

for me
And my kid looks hungry, advances don't last
Downeast Energy don't give away gas
And the Maine winter's frigid
Need electric for the 'fridge
So

something I can take home
And leave in my fridge for
About six or seven years
And bring it out and it'll still be tender
Something I can cut without a knife

wanna have fun
Go Prague castle, don't be an arsehole
Old town square, meet man there
Spend some Koruna, drink a Corona
Straight from the fridge, walk

Family of six no food in the fridge
But we just took life as it went by
I’ve looked death straight through
My left eye
Heart broken 'cah she moved

the bezel sucks
All I need is my one eye
To count this fetti uh
Shopping sprees lasting over several months
Got Crys' in the fridge like it's Ketel One
Sugar

fridge
It's JGRXXN and the motherfucking
GHOSTE at your window
Fighting your way is useless like a Kingdo

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Bitch, I'm gon'

(damn)
Ich hab eine nice bitch
Ich hab food in meinem fridge
Ich hab Ice an meiner wrist
Ich bin rich bitch
Put some respect on my name (YSL)
Ich weiß

Kells okay
100 words and Running whaddup!

Uh straight out the fridge with it
Cool as polar bear paw prints in it
Bitch I'm the kid like "what
You

a fan, blowing in the antartic in the fridge for the party
I start slow the traffic, Im pointing at you laughin, take the exit now, before I get to blastin

the fridge, roof over my head
These awards are just some glorified pieces of metal
What the fuck did it ever do for me besides give me more stress then you ever

onda couch
Open the fridge no food in it well we gon have to figure sumn out
My circle been filt with real niggas dem fake niggas we gon box em out

thinks my touch is so magnetic, and I get it
He's currently stuck to me like I'm a fridge
I can lay down, be a table, we can get freaky
Nothing's gonna

house  
All in your fridge eating ya food, just like a mover we flipping the couch  
Honking the truck making sure that it's loud  
If you do not get it we

on the trolley till I got home
Switched over to a whole new discipline
Can't party every night, I'm through chillin
Like a broke fridge, tug of war don't know how

Empty fridge
Too much liquor
And i hate the way
The person looks
In the mirror

Shall we cut
Or shall we dye
I think I'll shave
Shave your head

There was nothing in that fridge so we had to go and drink more water
And what the fuck do I gotta lie for, there aint nothing cool about starving
Just

Every girl suckin' dick, colder than a fuckin' fridge
Put seven-fifty on that raw nine, and touched a brick (brick)
Now if I do a O2 four times, I'll

now
My boy gon slide for me slime
Prometh in the fridge be coolin
She trynna think that she be foolin
My bitch would rock a Dior bandana
Never met metro