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frying, know monsters just like Ben Say they keep it 100, don't give a 100%, yo So much war in the ends, yeah, wish it all could just end, yeah Wish them
Spin through, lining that nigga Moving wocky, then I'm frying that nigga Like, what? Cry little nigga Said I don't really got time for you niggas Sit
Frying up the eggs take out the yolk yo Fuck a little chick wait that's a joke though Gotta sell these records stack all the pesos Make you my wife
crying Thrills I'm buying Brain I'm frying Forget the lost, a pricey cost, I am trying In the car I'm riding Yes I'm riding Smoke that gram, I'm like
You making bread cause they buying You get the packs and they're flying You get in a beef watch it frying You make the bed that you lie in You making
Golden ladies (Those golden ladies) Frying in a suntan booth in downtown Tuscaloosa Someone called the preacher Called the junior high school teacher
Put your wig on Mamas, you ain't frying no chicken tonight Put your wig on Mamas, you ain't frying no chicken tonight So forget what you are cooking
ticket You know what I'm sayin'? On just ice Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (hunnid) I cook it up like a frying pan (woo) Bought my bitch
blindly Hearing me now ya rating it highly When am about ya better be hiding Sizzling hot you'd think I'd be frying All of time time I'm madder than
those wankers in the garbage can We will hit all those thugs with a frying pan cnd Smash Those Yansens and Scums with some hockey sticks and drums, Its
Yeah, yeah I'm the man, world in my hands She a ten, suck it on command Hell's Kitchen, put the the devil in a frying pan I pull the chopper
It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
show up?" They reached over on the stove And grabbed some heavy frying pans And start down the road with a mad look in their eyes. Somebody's
chickadee told me that My baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it goes to waste This
over You're a reasonable man Could we discuss my grave situation I'm a miserable man And I'm in the frying pan Give the kid a break Don't
The frying pan is red Calgon can't take me away No, Calgon can't take me away From the things that I did today 'cause Victor's in the bed Sewn in
up their cards Others keep on betting even though they know they're playin' a loser's game Looking for the one-eyed Jack Salome is frying chicken
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it
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