Lyrics:
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
per view
Gonna fry up beer steaks, got fireworks for afterwards tonight
Gotta make a little run for beer and ice
Down on Main Street
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room,
Small fry, should be in the school room.
My my, put down that cigarette,
You ain't a grown-up high
shoulder pop
Speeding ignoring cops
My nigga serving them feigns lay low at the spot
Cooking him up fry him up like some tots
Fry him up like some pots
Smoke
grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, dancin' for a penny
Small fry, countin' up how many
My, my, just listen here to me
You ain't the biggest catfish
ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, dancin' for a penny
Small fry, countin' up how many
My, my, just listen here to me
You ain't
Back in day was throwing up blue
Nowadays all wanna do i turn man red
Used to run man down for fun
Now for fun man fill em with lead
Rise that wap up fry
was throwing up blue
Nowadays all wanna do i turn man red
Used to run man down for fun
Now for fun man fill em with lead
Rise that wap up fry him aim up
Small fry, sittin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't a-grown up high and mighty yet
yutes
If I up this pole, fry man, Kentucky
I love beef and I love get money
I've got racks and I've got bare honeys (uh huh)
No cap, real bad man
Elvis and I fry up demorol tablets and bacon grease
Torkin' down microwave tacos and beer
He says, I don't wanna be on no stamp man
I say, I understand
Pull-up on your block with hammers
(Reload dat)
We ain't nothing like Westham
Back to the Normal method
Jump up jump up fry man
Pull up on your block is
Let's get it. Laid up cause I'm paid up. Y'all fuck niggas try to hate us. Cause we ballin' And we shot callin. Fry boi team ballin'. Laid up cause
ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, dancin' for a penny
Small fry, countin' up how many
My, my, just listen here to me
You ain't
the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
Salute dawn when day breaks
And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
I repeat salute dawn
Ion remember he so tender with this burner
I'll fry his ass up and if u want some smoke know who to go to
We can coach you
Stack my earning like I'm
bed
There are plenty of things to fry your head
Wake up darling, get outta bed
The world is only waiting to fry your head
They're smiling at you from
now
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
Eat meat, be happy
I want a lot of bacon fry it up in a pan
If you fry it naked then that
I told you I'll be there
I'm still on the block wit the fries
I'm Serving up half and whole pies
See I'm down to trap till I die
I was starving I had
better
You better be honest
Girl you better tell your man
Better send that boy a letter
Or ima just light his ass up
Man i'll fry his ass up
While you
You know that I slide, keep a tech, I'm with my guys
GBX on this motherfuckin' if he want beef I'll bring the fries, shoot him up if you want
You
Diamonds they be dancing like no way
I been getting money like all day
Nigga im just balling like rj
I stay high im blowing tha kk
Fry that nigga up
Turn up on the West
But I love the fuvkin East
Ouu
I'm out here
On the block
Serving chick fries & wings
Ouu
Every time I ride
Know I'm with my
Yeah
I Wake Up, Get Fly
Take Pictures? Hell Nah
My crew, 2 Live
Cooking, stir fry
I wake up, too fly
Hotter than July
Wanna kick it, Muay Thai
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