be stew She's got a one-a-day lunch Good for all the bunch Hey, now Hot lunch, hot lunch Yeah C'mon say it now Hot lunch Hot lunch Hot lunch ...
She'll take ev'ry dime She's got a one-a-day lunch, good for all the bunch, yeah. HOT LUNCH, YEEAAHHH. Macaroni and baloni, tuna fish, our favorite dish. Hot lunch
Maybe its because I eat a lot of oranges I don't know I can't help it, I'm not even tryin Really, I'm hot you think I'm lyin? Look at my ass and pants
away and I don't feel like eating alone. Daddy, he has to work all day and mommy and baby just watch. After all, every living creature on earth wants a hot lunch
Traducció: Fama. Dinar calent.
Traducció: Mare Malucs. Dinar calent.
killed for. I'm still counting what Hard Core generated. Bet my shit keep spinin' like a syndicated. Corny broad, I leave you bloody like you menstruated. Your hot
Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both the hot locks Let 'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks
Hot motel Stuffy inside I know well These eleven walls Hot black tar I tan my legs Rest my heart And dream of the city Magazine And diet Coke I'm not
[Verse 1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see
first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets I slept with a package, under mattress I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words I'll put somethin' hot
I swear I do But just not, baby, when it comes to you I get so hungry when you say you love me Hush if you know what's good for you I think you're hot
bottles out to lunch Sleepin real good take your vodka out to brunch So whatcha whatcha whatcha need? Need da be swimmin in women like the sea Super hot
'm still counting what hardcore generated bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it's syndicated corny broad I'll leave pyou bloody like you menstruated your hot
, well I see you on Wednesdays all the time You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think And you always order the special with the hot chocolate
given for livin' The fence is Too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch Hell Hot Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you
The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I Workday passes like molasses in wintertime but it's July Gettin' paid by the hour and older
