bbq
She want her man to slide
That's why
She got that look in her eye
You wanna piece of pie
That's fine
Put in work to get mine, oh
You can bet it
852 in the '09 you can feel it
& when i snap back yeah they know i'm independent
I can make your whole house
Shake in a minute
Shake, in a minute aye
Mixed race i was made
In a chungking mansion
Got the whole floor going up
That's expansion
Chop suey don't taste better
In a phantom
I could be your worldwide
National anthem
You got the right type of vibe
Don't give into nobody
That sexy look in your eyes
Now say it with your body
"pick a flavour" like you can't have both
Che butter in the bank while you butter up your toast ah yuh
Whip it up like you doin the most
Gotta fat bag from a boy on the coast ha
Imma rat bag but my daddy doesn't know
Gas in the tank any day i'm ready to explode aye
Fire on a beat even when im clippin
Flossin on your meat if u ain't dippin, listen
Mixed race i was made
In a chungking mansion
Got the whole floor going up
That's expansion
Chop suey don't taste better
In a
Uh i could be your worldwide
Uh
You got the right type of vibe
Don't give into nobody
That sexy look in your eyes
Now say it with your body
Show me that green like the ocean
Bitches so supreme on the potion yuh
I got the keys to the trojan
We aint got no gasoline but we smoking yuh
Show me that green like the ocean
Bitches so supreme on the potion yuh
I got the keys to the trojan
We aint got no gasoline but we smoking yuh
That's why
She got that look in her eye
You wanna piece of pie
That's fine
Put in work to get mine, oh
You can bet it
852 in the '09 you can feel it
& when i snap back yeah they know i'm independent
I can make your whole house
Shake in a minute
Shake, in a minute aye
Mixed race i was made
In a chungking mansion
Got the whole floor going up
That's expansion
Chop suey don't taste better
In a phantom
I could be your worldwide
National anthem
You got the right type of vibe
Don't give into nobody
That sexy look in your eyes
Now say it with your body
"pick a flavour" like you can't have both
Che butter in the bank while you butter up your toast ah yuh
Whip it up like you doin the most
Gotta fat bag from a boy on the coast ha
Imma rat bag but my daddy doesn't know
Gas in the tank any day i'm ready to explode aye
Fire on a beat even when im clippin
Flossin on your meat if u ain't dippin, listen
Mixed race i was made
In a chungking mansion
Got the whole floor going up
That's expansion
Chop suey don't taste better
In a
Uh i could be your worldwide
Uh
You got the right type of vibe
Don't give into nobody
That sexy look in your eyes
Now say it with your body
Show me that green like the ocean
Bitches so supreme on the potion yuh
I got the keys to the trojan
We aint got no gasoline but we smoking yuh
Show me that green like the ocean
Bitches so supreme on the potion yuh
I got the keys to the trojan
We aint got no gasoline but we smoking yuh
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