Lyrics:
don't care
It's in my cart
I'm out of there
Let's go shopping
All day long
While we listen
To our favorite songs
What's that cost?
We don't care
It's in
Mans pushing carts in the cold weather
Working hard, you gon' need a sweater
Never quit, you a trend setter with the mic set up and a vendetta
Uh
the muhfuckin' mart
She filling the muhfuckin' cart
The muhfuckin' cart, cart, the muhfuckin' cart
I'm chefin' on muhfuckin' carts
I'm not kevin hart, wait, get
it when I slap a toe tag on it
Drop it, slice it, fold it, cart it, No detail disregarded Disembodied and discarded, I watched as the soul departed
Dis is for my girl up north
U wanna shop jus add it to my cart
I got a thang for them girls in the south
Thick and ratchet they'll curse yo ass out
I
Tokyo driftin in Mario kart
Smokin a pack and I'm smokin a cart
Hot box a room and it smell like a fart
My girl is a doll and I take her apart
Tokyo
gift that you can't go without
I put it in my cart and I never checked it out
The gift of being social is the gift that will impress
Why is there a kick
This is the cart that I used to push when I was a young babe
Push push the cart, push the cart
Push the cart all day
This is the tree that I used
better Than your fuckin' fella
And that automatic Hit you and your body's flippin
Cart, cart, cart, cart, cart wheels, hunnid Hundreds, hunnid, hunnid,
back.
I see you walk, I see you walk, like you don't care,
You just leave that fucking thing sitting there.
Bitch!
Take your shopping cart back.
Please
I got hoes, but Yangs ain't got no heart My ex was a Vang and she know she played her
Part I be havin' X and you know I'm sellin
Carts Fuck the bread
Feelings aren't real
Feeling are a reaction, to a perceived wound that's never been healed
Bong rips, cart hits, whatever it takes, wipe the slate,
Like a Safeway cart rolling down the street
Like a sandal mark on the Savior's feet
Just keep rolling on it's a ghetto dawn
Baby looks so bad
off that prickly cross
My mother's altar
Is the shopping cart at the supermarket
She baptizes the handle with one of her wipes
She cusses at me
When I
Verse 1
Shop shop baby
Shop shop shop baby
Shop shooby shop some more
Push that cart round the grocery store!
Interlude: 3 Seconds
Verse 2
Push push
(woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' Spider like that
Nigga rich as fuck, I
And if that billy goat don't pull
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over
Papa's gonna buy you a dog named rover
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama's going to buy you a dog named
(don't think I'll ever get enough)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels
and the marching of their feet,
A procession is coming down on High Street
And bound to depart they have shackled to their cart
the poor lad who is heading for
it
Never gonna make a trap
Never gonna use the bombs
Never gonna shopping cart my friends
The games been in beta, for so long
You play no skin
unu mama
Hand cart hand cart mek way when di dancer dem a pass
Shake dem off shake dem off
Shake dem off dem a work witchcraft
Elbow dem elbow dem
a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull
Mama's going to buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over
Mama's going to buy you
He walks with angels in his picket
They tell him what to do
His shopping cart's filled with newspapers
And thirty-six discarded shoes
He's met
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