Lyrics:
on the track, you just never sipped a double
I'm sipping' good red, shit I just got some good head
You say you on some type of shit but you just got a goose egg
I
Blues playing through that bluetooth
Who's who off of youtube
No id that I'm good dude
Sipping d'usse and couscous
Yeah we came up out that murder
Get a fucking basket fill em with eggs then crack em all
But if they boiled then ya' plans will see soft through hard
It's a fucking bird in the sky
Im smoking on me a egg roll
She give me brain her head slow
Im serving bricks get a elbow
He wanted a front that's a hell no
You cant with da gang
again without defect, a cracked easter egg
All God does is perfect, We are perfect
We are his workmanship, Created
In Christ unto good works, we should
Well coke is it
And a moon over top of the pines
It makes no sense
Your words my time
Scrambled eggs, poached eggs, egg cup, ketchup
Sunny sunny
Easter Bunny
Words & Music by Irina Millbery
Easter Sunday morning
I checked my Easter basket.
It’s filled with eggs and sweets
And a big greeting
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
Give me some of that egg nog, ayy
Can you turn me up a little bit?
Turn me up too, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon (hey, hey, hey, ho, ho, ho, ho, hey)
Y'all
Take-you-down-a-peg, make you beg for a mishap
I'm counting up eggs when that shit cracks
Taking you back to the kitchen
This some good food you been missing
Occupied my
It's gonna be a good old fashioned Waffle House Christmas
Twenty-seven brand new friends all having dinner with us
Joining our hands, bowing our heads
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 it?
It’s gonna be a good day
It’s gonna be a good day
It’s gonna be a good day
It’s gonna be a good day
Fresh cut, dressed up
Walking with my best
cool
Cool
When I'm with you
You match my mood
Huh
So far so good
Good
Got to get used to wearing suits of greatness
Shaking Earth, I'm quaking
Making
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
Ay, ay, ay
Solomon!
Green eggs and ham
Dr. Seuss really out here prescribing the xans?
Then taking that stuff on the gram?
The come-up good, it's
Itty bitty spider, itty bitty spider
Itty bitty spider, itty bitty spider
Crawling up the web
Feeling just like Charlotte, laying all the eggs
Sling
a beast inside the bedroom I'mma wear it out
Things is sweet
Got good presentation
Yeah she keeps it neat
Turkey bacon sunnyside eggs
With that cream
luggage
Hello good sir, how do you don't
Uh, that's disgusting
Rudelesss
Rudeness, rudeness
I am a prune
A prune with a gift
Licking the pasta of off
these dam bands
Ye
I'm the God, I'm the man
Put the money in my hands, took your bitch, now she cooking up green eggs and ham
Ye
I'm the man, all
her up all hours a night, thought the pussy was good
'Bout fifteen years ago, shit
I can't imagine she'd remember that a nigga made a mean egg
One two three four one two three four
I got a humpack mule a plow and a tater patch
Eggs that are gonna hatch someday
I got my Lord above and a good
Good night, good night, good night, good night
Real niggas up again, phony niggas tucking in
Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep
Now you
Yeah
Yeah, good mornin', America
Huh, came so far
'Times just wake up, man
You know, just look at the water
Put on the water
The sun ain't
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