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touch grass - big lettuce lyrics

don’t believe an eighth of what they tell you, everything’s a lie
i bet the beatles never even ate them fish and finger pies
link with dimes, hit their place, do our thing and slide
she wanna lock me down but i gotta spread my wings and fly
i just need some fresh air
walking round my gold chains tangled in my chest hair
baby if you ain’t the best here, move it on over
in this new fit the hoes drooling all over
gеt it cracking like lobster
if she challеnging, i’ll dodge her
she a pick me
take her on the town she fl!ck me
then we get sticky
she get the d then a trip to mickeys
ignore her for a week, give her a chance to miss me
she all n my grill like miss e
know i look good, that’s why she wanna kiss me
that’s why she wanna frisk me
that’s why her behavior getting risky
she want the pickle and the whiskey
i just want a two piece extra crispy
i think we got static
way she breathing, you’d think she asthmatic
way she treat it, i know she had practice
she go all the way deep, that’s praxis
the pants is south2
she said she wanna give me ass and some mouth too
i’m plugged in, prerelease on the mountain dew
the jerk store called bro, they running outa you
if i was you i’d tell em shoot me
they cooking your ass in the qts
i’m cooking dinner for a cutie
fronto in the papers, that’s loose leaf
what hill you gonna die on?
something small or one the size of mt. zion?
better double down, get your kentucky fried on
i’ma get my top five on, new dylon
a lot on my plate, the one i’m serving pie on
dip out the motel at 6 and leave the light on
cop legache i ain’t even gotta try on
paint the town red, i got a whole bunch of krylon
algorithm got me f*cked up
obnoxious, hanging like truck nuts
walk in this b*tch like “what up?”
just popped a cap and stem, yea 1up
talk out your head and we’ll burn down your house
psycho k!ller sh*t
pull up in the tanks to show what we about
percy miller sh*t
what happened to facts only
mobbing in springfield like fat tony
i’m with the team, i never smoke the pack lonely
at skyline get spaghetti and the packed coneys
say they dealers, they ain’t got no deck of cards
they act like drug lords, they rob lowe escobars
i’m so high i’m next to mars
off seven beers charged like electric cars
quick stop in poughkeepsie
these dudes so corny tryna pop in a jiffy
got the same name as costner (you with me?)
but i still don’t got an oscar
thought you should catch up
i’m turbo with the broom, b*tch don’t you get swept up
caught the script, only went for the checkup
get off my d*ck and kiss my left nut

- big lettuce lyrics

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