Lyrics:
she wan' risk it
Tell me seh she wan' taste me like pastry
Me know her boyfriend, him hate me
But I'm different from everything
Say she want
And the coconut cream cake
I am not a lover of pastry
But I recognized the genius of the baker
And touched my hat to her
A slight chill in the air
Seemed to polish
safely
And I heard her body that
Is sweeter than a pastry
Got it on that 35 I'm moving
I been only rappin'
Yeah, the cops, they can't race me
The tops drop
fi taste it
Sunday you nah have mutton mi a nyam pastry
A patty and a one Cocoa Bread a tasty
Mi seh ghetto youths it a go sound crazy
Put dung di
Versace
How you schemin' to play me?
Know you sweeter than a peach or a pastry
Pull the heater faster than a
Wild cheetah can race me
The weed smell like
banking
Now I sizzle like a hot boy, ooh
Fuck the pastry (Oh yeah)
She wanna eat my kids, texting my niggas
Tryna taste me (Uh, huh)
Lil' bitch, look we can
choose that Gucci or LV coat?
Yo, I'm black in the hood, unclothed
The bando's boomin', my pastry comes from rotatin' phones
Gon' step to the hoods,
in bloody aprons
Can I get a fucking amen?
AMEN, hazelnut raiders of the lost, navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the cross
No name no
it to safety
And even though that we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me
Now tell me how I look
Would you rather
(he drown)
And even though that we been getting cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me (back at you)
Now tell me how I look
told ya? Hmm-huh
Sweet like a pastry out a toaster (ugh)
Flatline a nigga, hang him up like a poster (bitch)
I'm in West End with it, with Lil Ben
a sweet tooth for love, baby gimme some
Oh, Willy Wonka, how do you get so tasty?
Mama made a board but she should've made a pastry
Uno, dos, tres, tú
tooth for pastries
Eat too much sugar, make you crazy
But not enough leaves you lazy
So go 'head and drip that caramel on me, yeah
Let me Sundae that
impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall, battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
He will not touch their pastry
But every
rearrange your friends
Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims
She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor
Yes she made the quota, cause I'm
impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall, battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
He will not touch their pastry
but every
make it home it's going
Down like a bass string, huh
I got my feet to the pavement
Heard success taste's sweet like pastries
But look around all I see is
chumps, and you know who you are like a shoutout
Place 'em in your loud mouth and taste 'em like a pastry
Waste of space face hastily, bow out gracefully
a fat guy in a pastry shop
With a twenty dollar bill and he's ready to buy,
In order to predict his volume change,
You'll need to know the value of pi.
We the bakery
Raw dog
No safety
Finish line
No hasty
Swallowed it up and tasty
She draw the the line
And said never you waste this Pastry
Waterfall
thought up two more variations on pastry abuse
I'm so very sorry constable but what can I do
When half the Western world is turning on to Dolby's Cube
bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer
Jetsetters will make their pitch
I told you so, I told you so
[Chorus]
Don't eat that ice cream
It is vanilla
Give it to me
Don't eat that pastry
I'm the pretty prince of parties
You're a tasty piece of pastry
You're so lighty, flighty, flakey
I go where the party takes me
I'm a funky monkey
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