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Valentino velvet when they lining my casket
The material matching the cake
Basquiat brainchildren wrap the walls at the wake
Like puff pastry on a Wellington

shub up suh pon a matey (bad)
You do mi cocky suh like pastry
Back to di bread like bakery (yeah)
Strap wid e lead, dem hate me (brrp)
Cyaan' wait

to leave
Your body worked hard
Now it's time to sleep
Pretty pussy it was hella pink
I done licked on you like a pastry
I done hugged your body
Rubbed

time
They can call me crazy 'cause I rap like I got rabies
I'm confident, not lazy, and I'm dominating lately
She want me like some pastries, I'ma

the poetry
As the sky goes blue
And if you want it
Come on, baby
I wanna be close to your mind
Alright, walkin'
under the palm tree
So fine, coffee and pastry

like some fucking pastry 
There's no pacing me, I'm ducking and weaving 
Sprinting on my way to becoming one of the favourites 
Or a name known

Welcome to Wonderland
We've got it all
Potions and pastries that make you grow tall
Forests and cottages, castles and cards that can talk

me does she hate me
I been coolin I been AC
She be droolin bout my pastry
Bout my bread she give me head and now I'm dead that bitch amazin
One two

so that's the bread I'm making from scratch
Don't try to play me, that straight dough that pastry in fact
This that pen game I never switch lanes
Cause

When you dream of me
I like the pastry cream
In your patisserie 

I'm gonna miss you babe
Now that you're gone
Sprinklers are hissing babe
Out

butter, and salt
And you get a pastry
Bake bake your pumpkin
Add some cinnamon
Put the pie in the oven
It's ready for a taste


Light light your pumpkin

Brought me back to that McDonalds, 
 Took it to my stash spot, 
 Five Sixty Stage street, 
 Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry

quicker Give her a little pastry, like you'll miss her
They're gonna face it when I get bigger 800 horses and a metal finger
They're the opps and they're

that
A donkey was there having a vacation
Tasting new pastries with the N’orleans ladies
A burro foray - with beignets!
 
NASA made

Alone in the basement, I'm prepping the pastry
Stuffing apples and onions into pork in a daze
The little boom box playing Black Sabbath on an old

jak bardzo chcesz możesz chcieć bardziej

Dobrze pamiętam gdy nie miałam na Pastry to zwykłe trampki ale ile radości
Dobrze pamiętam gdy nie było

limbs shaking
Gotta get this dough man
My stomach's aching
And half these rappers are
Soft like baked pastries
I walk alone in this zone
Strike like Royce

Mademoiselles
You end me, pal
Second bottle
Ah, she looks for me

Bonnet flapping
Yapping
Ruff
Chicken
Pastry

Yes, she looks for me good
Let her

Fuck you in the trap, go crazy
Leather look cream like pastry
Killers still hiding their faces
They still got Goddy on basic
And I still spend twenty

Low Down Low

Kerri Powers

Faith in the Shadows

Neighbors come, into our kitchen
Bring finger rolls, pastry and consolation
I take off the plastic wrap
And my tears fall
Low down low

I walk room

sweet tasty pastries / Then shove it down their throats kobiyashi / You watered down wieners are so ugh / You gross, make me gag, you a joke, you a gag /

stole my diamond ring!

The Countess
And the common man

Cologne in the bedclothes
The pastry and wine

And under the table
Your foot touching

among the roots and rocks
Nose to the ground on Sunday
Studying all the shoes and socks
Everything's worth it Sunday
The day off

Bits of pastry

again
Winning over someone, love this
Don’t know what to make of it
Now I’m making cake, making bread
Like I’m a bakery, but soft like a pastry
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