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curbside jones - hold my milk tea lyrics

[intro: curbside jones as sheepington]
yo yo, yo yo yo
hold my, ayo cmo hold my milk tea man
yo

[verse 1: curbside jones as sheepington]
got visions of whipping a minivan, skipping on them ceiling fans
chandeliers sitting on the ceiling fam, bleed the block like a k!lled a man
paint dripping when i slide like i used surf with a lapras
hopped off the porch the day my cousin showed me what lived under the mattress
no boogie man, just a couple of keys, weed, and a chopper
now i break bread like ratatouille, spread the b-tter on the lobster
that your wife jumped in the ocean for, scuba dived to the ocean floor
catch me and cmo chilling like salt in your open sore
y’all hopping in fake supreme bags while i’m digging in my folder
snap my fingers the waiter leave the kitchen with the pulled mammoth shoulder
r.i.p. it wasn’t even old enough to leave the c-rs-at
called up gordon ramsey had him hit the woah to spread the parsley
i’m flexing partially, popping wheelies, backflip off the harley
nothing but 10’s on the form and1 you can’t guard me, uh
its all me (yuh yuh, it’s all me)
it’s all me

[verse 2: curbside jones as sheepington]
you looking chilly put on a turtleneck to hide them cubans that you rented
i’m perfect and i meant it, turned a monet into a pendant
the best emcee that never got their chain sn-tched, change that
your whole lifestyle’s an airball, pops wish he could get his change back
you catch feelings while i’m speaking nihongo to a stewardess
ain’t new to this, ordered lutefisk, better move b-tch like ludacris
facetime’d my pops in akihabara like, “yo bro we made it!”
the games flex or be flexed on, and your shoulders are dislocated
i know you hate it, you see them 52’s on the sp-ceship
you basic, installed sprinklers in my toilet for when i take sh-ts
you and your caucus think its preposterous, moccasins made of ostriches
my moms will pop a b-tch, soccer kicks will drop a rhinoceros
the princess cuts don’t fall far from the earring
i know you hear
its all me (yuh yuh, it’s all me)
it’s all me

[outro: curbside jones]
hold on there mister bister! got a little bit too much howdy in your partner! drop the enchiridion and leave my friends alone…!

- curbside jones lyrics

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