Lyrics:
of bed, confused and upset
That the world exists
And so do I
And that's when I google "Danish pastry lyrics"
That's when I google "I have no
at it so crazy
This love so tasty, I'm talkin' my jelly in your pastry
See baby I got every need, every want, every craving you seek
I'll be going
to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash box, five sixty State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries
Cruisin' down eighth
Hey, how was the trip?
Is that the latest Paris style?
Look, there's Colonel Vanderbilt
Hey, Colonel, enjoyed those French Pastries, did you?
crazy
Like baking a vomit and rabies cake, like a pastry bitch
(We that sick!) Like I come from Haiti
I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
creating a frenzy
To be the latest greatest for all you niggaz from gazing
Bugatti, off white, tan, interior pastry
See my swagger sharp like that, these
gazing
Bugatti off white tan, interior pastry
See my swagger sharp like that, these niggas amaze me
As a matter a fact just salute me and praise me
put it in the truster
Sprung together, gumbo
It's the wiggle with my claw
Broad day, I don't give no fuck
It's that money with the pastry
You know that
than a pastry
Cake, cake, cake, like a mothafucking bakery
Let me put my face in your waist
Put my taste in your face
Choose on trip like your second
king
Its nothing she special
My butterfly like Mariah
Im addicted to her love and like
A drug be my supplier
And I'll eat you like a pastry
Girl ain't no
Friends are made and pastries bake
And shoppers line the streets
And to those who are less fortunate
We say a prayer for these
Dear Lord, we pray this
The girl in the pastry shop with the net in her hair
Is making a cannoli for you to take on your hiking trip
In the woods with your bros that
bleus
Babe, I'm goin down to the bakery and I'm going to find me a jelly roll
And some cannoli, some French pastry
A chocolate éclair don't sound too
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
round
Diamonds, pretty green eyed lady
Been on the sideline, plottin' while you prime time, poppin'
Hungry niggas want a piece of your pastry
I
Supernatural, ooh, you're that
(Miracle)
Sweeter than a pastry
Winter with the AC colder than a snowflake on me
Exactly what I prayed for
Crushin' like
that's my test tube baby
Tell them fiends we back in town, ice cream, pastries
Five star general, bitch, I'm outranking 'em
Fiends gave me so much bread
shit called Pastry, my bitch look like Angela (phew)
Any nigga play with me, I promise, I'ma handle 'em
Nah, I ain't ready yet, I'm slippin' on my
pastry
You know the woman treats me well
I’ve had other relations, love situations
They ended inside out, upside down
I’ve cried tears when lonely, no one
eat way too much
'Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me
Be that pastries or lobsters or love
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy
In
brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St,
uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
'Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner
uh, pastry cup
Cakey, rump, ice cream
'Cedes truck, nine screens
Brady Bunch, wide screen
I was 13 with fake bling
When Killa Cam was on the corner
of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
Protection,
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