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buffet boys - son of paper lyrics

i been out here all day in my bro tank
jack jack on the track, that’s a code name
you be in and out quick, watch you go away
i been eatin’ my whole life, at the buffet
at the buffet, at the buffet
i been wishing for a gift like a souffle
you could make my christmas list, like i’m buble
go head turn in it up to 10, get da food stains
whole team, go green, i go ham and sh*t
o’er here, o’er seas, what family did
better get that bread, now we jamming it
got so much st**z, it’s damaging
no xanax, here, get ya hand slapped
whole city on fire, getting ransacked
what ya doing? gеt the food in the backpack
ran up in the stands, еverybody on snapchat
’til the nasdaq’s, we sip forties
live my life*like recording
eating good out at wing stop
never f*cked with the orange
y’all bliss at ignoring sh*t
only quote what the chorus is… course you a corpse incorporate
young boy so fly we orbiting
everything i do is slow*cooked with the jook bro
get up out da kitchen, if you don’t know how to cook bro
never needed pen, i really got a good flow you ain’t longevity, you brevity
i’m ready with the sauce, boy i’m bouta get lost in it
what it cost living? when da food that you consume always cost driven
that’s why i eat dat fruit that’s grapefulness
and for jack pt. 2 who paid for this
i been out here all day in this bape shark
goin ape on the track, that’s the trademark
the runner just brought the grapes, the venue paid for it
eatin light, so i’m ready when the race start
(true say, whatever chu say
i got that power, man, you know that luke cage
sausage links, yea, that’s the new chain
i only spit raw, you know: juicy)
(in the coupe, grayer than steve carell
sippin kool aid while i’m playin adele
bangin wu tang while i’m eatin snails
i’m lookin like a snack and feelin fresh as h*ll)
(competitive, i wanna be on the pedestal, losing allergic and i don’t need benadryl
major league eating, i’ll be matt stonie when i’m at the table i need me a medal, bro
not in your category, i’m a cataclysm, causin pandemonium, at the minimum
sad and lonely, you sound very lost
here’s a couple bucks and a patagonia)
tell the booker that the veggies need to be organic
fringe on the visvim lookin like a mammoth
you couldn’t hang with us even if you brought a hammock
hit the buffet doin damage on a empty stomach yah

- son of paper lyrics

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