Lyrics:
sandwiches
For this man her shepherd is
Parts her bready, her bready lips
Are you Elvis? Are you God?
Jesus sent to win my trust?
"Love Me Tender," are
you my man
Understand nigga, handle this
The word in Los Angeles is she banging in sandwiches
I'm in and then ran the triz, she's taking a gang
the judge go to Hell
As you see beat the case then I got back to my mail
They had ya boy in the county, bologna sandwiches sick
When I stepped out that
lived in the shadow of the wall
Sand in the sandwiches
Wasps in the tea
It was a free country
(who do you think you are, Captain Britain?)
I'm
the shooting stars, well could you meet me by the lake?
Summer never has to end with me
I packed a couple sandwiches inside that basket
And brought some extra
This Old Man
He worked for thirty years with
Two strong hands, in the factory light his
Lunch box held all his needs with
Coffee sandwiches
wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins
We eat apples in vans with sandwiches
Rush into the lobby life of hurry up
you somethin' 'fore it's gone"
She was blue and silver, she was right on time
We rode that Texas Eagle on the Mopac line
We had some sandwiches
like soup
And I like ice cream, sandwiches too
I like fish sticks
But I love you
But you don't believe me,
you say all I Think about's myself
But
catch me if you can, I ain't Dicaprio
This lucid dream will have you go like half a dose of Adderall
Capicola sandwiches are tasty from Primanti's
I'm
blow
I remember early mornings, syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth 200
And when you came out to sandwiches
That's when my fucking boycrush got started"
Just take this fucking picture man, shit
sandwiches
But not any more cause I'm on tour, so
FaceTime your clit, I will jack off my dick
I go hardship
I might need an ice pack on my wrist
Fucking,
cubano en la habana
Que no es culpable de na'.
Hay un cubano en Miami, rencores por tradición,
Sandwiches su Varadero, lunch en su malecón,
Un cubano
culpable de na'
Hay un cubano en Miami
Rencores por tradición
Sandwiches un banadero lancha en su malencon,
Un cubano en Miami tercera generación,
Que
Cereal and powdered milk, that was then then
A-1 Sauce sandwiches, we was children
Growing up broke, snatching chains and coats
Smokin' weed with coke,
swear I'm gon' find my way
Ey yo tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust
their homes
Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches
Graduated to healthy niggas
Try'na protect this investment
Moving like stealthy figures
All
(ooh-ooh)
The rotten apple's the tabernacle
That's NY, White Castles at midnight
Fish sandwiches, forty ounces and fistfights (oh, ooh-wee)
They even used
could ask me
Is how I want my sandwiches
I want more cheese
Lots and lots of cheese
And when I'm on stage
I'm with SB's
And when you see my luggage
got them peanut butter crack sandwiches
You need a dopeman, oh, you need a snowman
I got that Lohan, weight like Rosanne
But fuckin' with my money is
get fresh like where them camera's is?
Better yet sandwiches, bad bitch Spanish friends
Could of been the President, rather be the man instead
the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you're set
And on the beach
The streets they don't play fair
The mayor, he really don't care
Momma worked 3 jobs, trying to keep a roof on hour heads
Bologna sandwiches, pulled the mold
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