Lyrics:
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
packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery
And if you want to owe for groceries,
You're gonna get an awful lot of "No sir-ee's."
You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for a dollar,
'Taint as simple
this way
We'd be at the club, the restaurant, the grocery store or the movies
Kissing and touching with my hands all over your booty
Wherever it is,
sommer ook gestop by 'n kafee
En sy stap op 'n plaaspad met haar groceries in 'n sak
En sy lag uit haar maag want sy weet sy word onthou
Ja vandag sal
bad you're poor own shit
You can't afford
I mean I'm getting bored you are
A whore see you fucking men
In grocery stores
Grocery stores yeah ew
been on Qs and Ps... Drawing from a sketchy scene got me crossing extra Ts.
Hook:
Ooh why ooh why ooh why oohhhh. GOD, guns, n groceries.
Ooh why ooh
Elevators, buy groceries with my papers, make so much cheese
I date her, more pussy for me, new mayor, I’m the mayor of cheese
Later, my work
Politicians are not corrupt, it is the citizens, who are the real corrupt
Because
It will start from 20 up to 500 pesos of money
With an additional grocery
Well, we no longer have to fight for food in the winter time
Because we've got grocery stores and genetically modified fish
But when I was a child,
Of groceries
Hold me to it
Promise I get sitchy
Got some killas rollin wit me
38 loaded
Wit a glock
Drum packin 50
I know a pussy l think he tough
But I
A is for apple
B is for banana
C is for cheese
D is for donuts
Ohhhhh whoa
Oh, whoaaaaaaaaa
It’s ABC's at the grocery store
E is for eggs
F is
(Oh yeah)
I eat the coochie like a grocery
Made you wet and now you thinking bout you close to me
Damn a nigga really got you faded
Oh Damn
We could get groceries
And I would be happy
Sipping sweet tea
While you're playing a memory
Cheap rusted rings
Holding all of our meaning
And we're
I'm tired of worrying bout people who don't know me
Working on it slowly, oh that's just so me
I'm making my way and making money, buying grocery
Halloween
If you wanna put your mask on
Wanna dance in groceries
To your favorite pop song
Every day can be Halloween
If you wanna put your mask on
Wanna put
Stay going down cause I like to bite
L just might eat her groceries tonight
I just might beat her groceries tonight
Your All I needed; all I want is you
I’m labeled insane
I’m labeled in fame
But I can’t complain no
She’s all over me
While I can’t pay for groceries
She's got nothing else to eat
I come here every day just to see her
She works at a grocery store behind a counter
I don’t have the words to say what my heart, wants to say
Did
precious treasure that I own
There's no morning, or evening, or any kind of day
That I don't miss her voice and the things she used to say
I gave her grocery
on a sunny day
Santa Barbara to Jersey Shore
At the line in the grocery store
Everybody who ever knew
The private life of Bill and Sue
The private life
on a dress that might feel pretty
If she didn't have to take it off again
[Chorus:]
She's dancin' for the groceries
She's dancin' for the rent
She's
Beneath her white apron her secret remains hers
As she bags the groceries her eyes so bored
And sure she's unobserved
I'm in love with the Queen
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