Cause they right down the street
Three lunch boxes a week,
It ain't where i been
Knocked out in the lunch in
She can make a pimp fall in love
Nick all the worlds childrens presents
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
How beautiful are thou, africa
Im happier when high and drunk
My g"s have been handcuffed,
I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much
Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,
Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,
They vaguely decipher my language
Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress
At lunch i'll follow, you feel my breath
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