Lyrics:
it up especially if I don't try
I hit my shorty hope ur day is good w heart eyes
Done playing the villain So I'm tryna be the good guy
Tryna show I
Well, if I don't love you baby
Grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry
And Mona Lisa was a man
All around the world I'd-a rather be a fly
always win, you never lose, you make a point to show it too
You got it good
You got it good, you got it good
You got it good, you got it good
You got it
a fancy breakfast or put muesli in a bowl
I just head to the stat oil garage for the jumbo breakfast roll
Two eggs two rasher two sausage two bacon
to work..
even if we beg for food, people are beating us up considering our good motor skills..
also we don't know to read and write...
Then how else can
a will there’s a way.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
It’s never too late.
It’s never too late.
Don’t put all your eggs in one
the eggs the next day
This is Betty livin' life
She is like my wife
Not causin' any strife
Laying eggs her whole life
She's always been in a cage
Being
the light'. And there was the lamp.
4 And Leonard saw the lamp, that was good. And Leonard divided the light from the darkness.
5 And Leonard called the light
precious so you know I got to watch my figure
Steady stacking bread, I really eat these niggas
Somebody pass the eggs, i'm finna bake these niggas
And the y?
bitch mixed like egg rolls
My bitch got that fortune cookie
My bitch yeah she foreign
She the baddest Mclaren
My bitch yeah she classic
Feelin like I'm in
flowers to the bank
Cooking beats like scrambled eggs
You done fumbled off the ball
Flip shit like judo, Othello
Green thumb, you're good to go
No one
Yeah I ll be your wifey wifey
I ll be doing tidy tidy
Looking good house wifey wifey
Ain’t gonna call you all the time babe, u don’t need it
And if
you're a saint
I'll give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgments to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't want
think you're a saint
I'll give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgments to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I
her pickled egg wit her hot sausage (ANDDD?)
She single cause she don't need a nigga she independent (FUCK EM THO)
Found out a hood bitch what a nigga
her fucking bleed, make her fucking go
Make her fucking scream, make her fucking rolls
Yeah she want the nut, lick it up so good
Lick it up so good
Once I met a girl in a cute white dress
She was such a good gal who would always impress
Her momma, her dadda, everybody around
And she would come
Wah day yah me deh a di iScream shop
Weh me give her good di backshot
Now she deh pon di loud speaker
Ah bawl out fi di creator
Ah bawl out fi di egg
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
don't you know our love is true?
I've been so far from here
Far from your warm arms
It's good to feel you again
It's been a long long time
Hasn't
toast
mixing my egg & your milk
use a lot of butter
burnt taste is very good
it's not breakfast,
it's just dinner
"french toast" is the password
for you
out the hood bloww.
Woke up feeling good this morning
Had to kick her out the bed
Caught her snoring
Told a joke made an egg
This bitch is boring
Put
All packed up heading for unknown
We had egg ranch rolling, blowing down the road
A bat against the head, fighting in the streets
Lump got
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