you gonn' get beaner for dinner
you gonn' get beaner for dinner
you made of gold Im a winner
you made of gold Im rey midas
all of my girls they be older madonna
cougars like its a savana,
young ones dont even like prada
thats why I might f** ya mama
thats why she wore her pijama
yah
f** you there no prima donna,
f** her there's cream in her dona
I like my p**y mignon
I eat gourmet and you don't
hes got a bun in the oven,
but all the flour is mine
all of these ovens they talking sh** all of them lie
non of them fly But I still gotta get one before I'm 31
I f** your astronaut wife,
I f**ed your astronaut daughter
feel 21 'cuz in bed I just slaughter
you might come in just don't bother
outta your mother
ok outta the gutter
we were just like bread and bu*ter
you don't like dick your a mother
my name is fred Imma cut her
she ain't a ho but I bought er
yeah I like whisky with water
high all the time that's my motto
I'm an alcoholic prick, if you morty call me rick
oh you leaving? Imma get to hoes to do coke off my dick
i just want some diamonds shining on my front, gold teeth
drive thru buy my weed like in oregold beach
maybe you will date me with a chain and front ball beaner
you just need me to have money I can see in your demeanor
Stoned Boys Club clothing we gonn' play in your arena
man we eating way to fast I already want some dinner
now I'm popping percs, 'cuz it's in a future song
and I'm wasting money tryna' take cute girls off these thongs
just go for the ones who ask for nothing yah they all thots
Even though I said, no more hoes and dope in future songs
all these b**hes wear black, nike witches wear adidas
I am wearing sneakers 'cuz I run game with these b**hes
y'all dream three hundred Chrysler but I want a bently
I just f** your b**h and she told me boy dont go gently
you gonn' get beaner for dinner
you gonn' get beaner for dinner
you made of gold Im a winner
you made of gold Im rey midas
you made of gold Im rey midas
you gonn' get beaner for dinner
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