Lyrics

Smells good up here man Yeah it's the candle yo, it's uh No, yo, it's, uh, sausage (Sausage candle) Most people don't do it the way I do Very personal, so like even the money in the 20s, 10s, 20s You know like whatever, I just like sausage I don't ever wanna pick a slice One is pretty but the other lies Chewing on a fat smoke No filter but you're puffing Suckin' on a slim vogue Dark fingernail polish I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize Cut me rails of that fresh cherry pie Shitty old pistola Shot a bullet through my wallet Gonna go to Pensacola Gonna fuck my way through college, ah! You've gone with the thick rims Big look with the lip ring and things Wake me when the bell rings I'm gonna sleep 'cause you live in my day dreams You've gone with the thick rims Big look with the lip ring and things Wake me when the bell rings I'm gonna sleep 'cause you live in my day dreams Sitting pretty in the prime of life I'm so tasty and the price is right Stewing in the black dope I'm filthy and I love it Studebacker all gold Got a shotgun in my pocket You've gone with the thick rims Big look with the lip ring and things Wake me when the bell rings I'm gonna sleep 'cause you live in my day dreams
Writer(s): David Bayley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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