letra de yummy burger - jon & rohn
burgers with onions and fries
raining:
f-ck around too much so i go hit him with a beam
moving so d-mn fast that they can barely see me
chilling at a party and she offer me a key
know that i’m a weenie and i tell her i’m afraid
started as a joke over comms playing fortnite
now we in the stu we making hits and cooking all night
i’m a frequent flyer it’s an hour till my next flight
pinch a p-ssy pocket so they call him mr fleshlight
they already know that i’m goated with the sauce (oh)
puffing on that new and i don’t care how much it cost
little big planet way i’m chasing that sack boy (brr)
rushing into battle call me jenkins call me leroy
smoke a littlе something get high like a g doеs
drink a little something get buzzed like a bee does (oh)
she say that she love me and i tell her join the fandom
i just ghost your main chick, b-tch danny phantom
ozzie:
yummy burger
can’t decide where i buy
so i take it off the side
where the cheese melts on my fries
d-mn, the more you know
jump on the stage, the aura grow
can’t compete with my sh-tty flow
jon & rohn, fresh from eagle
that gas we chiefing is barely legal
black sabbath brand with the [?] fire deal
[?] we fresh to death
all bark no bite i wouldn’t contest
how did i do it? all at my desk, d-mn
shadrach:
i’m stimming on my phone, they be waiting on me, yeah
don’t know where i’m at, i be faded off that yarti
got a magazine talking playboy like carti
they say that i’m jealous? ha, b-tch i say hardly
yeah, i be blazing up, call that sh-t blunting
like clax in a graveyard, you know i’m out here [beep]-ing
writing with a head cold i make sure these bars are sick
his life like a candlestick, i smother out the f-cking wick
they tellin’ me to get a feature, man i said “f-ck it then”
me and her had a fall out move out like the minutemen
copped a brand new whip, i be drifting in the rolls-royce
he said he gon’ hit me back, he talking like he got a choice
big red sing mongolian, we calling him the throat goat
tell him that i said that i’mma tell him it’s a misquote
put his ass down, i’mma get him with a double tap
f-ck it, put down the gun, hit him close combat
yeah, shoutout flip flops
wear them sh-ts all the time
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