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trip to mcbussin for a mcroz meal - ynkeumalice lyrics

(in the car )
i be going to mcdonald order a spirit
just walk in i’m hungry as f*ck
know that the double cheese burgers
bussin too
saying that yeah can i get a
two double cheese burger
one large spirit side of large fries
that be it
i be loving that mcflurry with chicken nuggets
with the fries call it a cheap meal
say if i could make a meal
it. be mcroz meal
two steak beef with double cheese pickles
onions with a secret sauce
with a choice of nuggets or fries
with mcroz sauce
with a choice of a banana coconut dulce shakе
bada baba i’m loving this meal
at my mcbussin

friends
this dude wild (laughs )

a c*cky grin strеtches across his face as he enters the restaurant. “yo,” he announces to his friends, bumping fists with them, “who’s gonna win the rizz*off today? we the pretty girl rizzo gang, baby!”

he glides up to the counter, confidence radiating from him. spotting the cashier, a stunning black and hispanic woman at the counter
ynk, he winks. “s, “i like the mcroz meal

he leans against the counter, maintaining eye contact. “make it a mcroz burger, piled high with that juicy steak beef, double cheese, gotta have those pickles for the tang, and onions for the crunch. don’t forget the secret sauce, that’s the magic ingredient, right?”

he pauses, a playful smile on his lips. “and can i make it a combo? nuggets or fries, either way, gotta have that mcroz sauce on the side for dipping. you wouldn’t believe how good it is.”

he throws a playful glance back at his friends, a silent challenge in his eyes. turning back to ynk, he fixes her with a dazzling smile
the line behind him shuffles forward, a group of girls catching the tail end of his conversation. one nudges another, a knowing giggle escaping her lips. “pretty girl rizzo gang, huh?” she murmurs to her friend

ynk, despite being a white dude with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, can’t help but be charmed by his smooth talk. “sure did,” he confirms, a playful grin mirroring the one on the customer’s face. “the mcroz, all me.”

the girls at the register lean in, clearly enjoying the show. “i think that’s hot,” one of them whispers to ynk. “you should totally take him out sometime.”

ynk grabs a napkin, scribbles his number on it with a wink, and slides it across the counter. “sounds like a plan,” he replies smoothly. “just remember, the mcroz sauce is extra for a reason.”

the customer beams, feeling a surge of victory. he gathers his food and heads towards his friends, their playful jeers erupting. “oh man, the rizzler strikes again!” one of them hollers

ynk watches him go, a secret smile spreading across his face. maybe working the counter wasn’t always such a drag after all

- ynkeumalice lyrics

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