Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage
Tuckin' heat in dungarees and overalls, the free lunch,
And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways
Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase
Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,
When my competition ain't much
She don't even need a job, got one anyways
Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/
My mama smoked so god damn much
And i never ever skipped lunch,
Too many bitches want a date for lunch
Man but this ain't no sign language
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath
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