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goobers - wendy's parking lot. lyrics

[chant: open4two]
f+ck wendy’s
f+ck wendy’s
f+ck wendy’s (yuh, aye)
f+ck wendy’s (yuh, aye)

[verse 1: detro mighty]
pulling up pulling up to the window, what’s up?
want a frost, what’s the cost? in my pocket yessir
in the bag, what they said?
where the f+ck my frosty?
where’s my f+cking receipt?
don’t you f+cking cross me
like what’s up? i’m in the front
give him right hook, hit him in the gut
yeah p+ssy boy you be actin’ tuff
b+tch let me know when you’ve had enough

fist in the gums, give a beat like drum
gotta see my guns, if they talk a lot
beast+like fun, where the f+ck my ones?
bl++dy blessed like nuns, f+ck a church they’ll rot
i just know when my sh+t go boom
fly across the wendy’s parking lot
bodies pile up, no parking spot
h+lla oppa pack, we’ll stop, then spark (why not)
[verse 2: jdr]
(okay like)
now all i’m asking is a biggie bag with some extra fries
if you can’t do that for me i will be your grandma’s demise
thanks for my order, why the f+ck is there no frosty inside?
come meet me in the parking lot, we can settle this outside

(uh sir i don’t think this type of violence is needed)
no shut the f+ck up, let me hit you with a combo surprise!

[verse 3: schwalnuts]
f+ck wendy’s, got a question for your b+tch though
when deez nuts fitting in your f+cking mouth hoe?

to my phone, saying how she really want me next

[verse 4: slayton]
aye she said she want me next
coincidence just seen my checks
crazy doin’ donuts in the lot sippin’ on triple sec
potato round my nine, i shoot you silenced then you fried out
hit him double double two times, and then he cried out

[verse 5: takeshine]
manager on shift
ima walk ’em down, walk ’em down
sesame buckshots, if that boy mess around
employer raise his voice, that’s that backhand
dishin’ out the dough, and then i make that bread back on the backend
[verse 6: mayaw]
you should listen to a brother, when he movin’ his f+ckin’ lips
i can’t accept any bounty, if i make you my nasty b+tch
even wendy’s doesn’t want to f+cking save you
shove a gallon full of frosties
up your motha f+ckin’ ass
up your motha f+ckin’ ass

[chant: open4two, everyone]
f+ck wendy’s x6

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