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jon & rohn - yummy burger lyrics

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burgers with onions and fries

raining:
f+ck around too much so i go hit him with a beam
moving so d+mn fast that they can barely see me
chilling at a party and she offer me a key
know that i’m a weenie and i tell her i’m afraid

started as a joke over comms playing fortnite
now we in the stu we making hits and cooking all night
i’m a frequent flyer it’s an hour till my next flight
pinch a p+ssy pocket so they call him mr fleshlight

they already know that i’m goated with the sauce (oh)
puffing on that new and i don’t care how much it cost
little big planet way i’m chasing that sack boy (brr)
rushing into battle call me jenkins call me leroy

smoke a littlе something get high like a g doеs
drink a little something get buzzed like a bee does (oh)
she say that she love me and i tell her join the fandom
i just ghost your main chick, b+tch danny phantom

ozzie:
yummy burger
can’t decide where i buy
so i take it off the side
where the cheese melts on my fries
d+mn, the more you know
jump on the stage, the aura grow
can’t compete with my sh+tty flow
jon & rohn, fresh from eagle
that gas we chiefing is barely legal
black sabbath brand with the [?] fire deal
[?] we fresh to death
all bark no bite i wouldn’t contest
how did i do it? all at my desk, d+mn
shadrach:
i’m stimming on my phone, they be waiting on me, yeah
don’t know where i’m at, i be faded off that yarti
got a magazine talking playboy like carti
they say that i’m jealous? ha, b+tch i say hardly

yeah, i be blazing up, call that sh+t blunting
like clax in a graveyard, you know i’m out here [beep]+ing
writing with a head cold i make sure these bars are sick
his life like a candlestick, i smother out the f+cking wick

they tellin’ me to get a feature, man i said “f+ck it then”
me and her had a fall out move out like the minutemen
copped a brand new whip, i be drifting in the rolls+royce
he said he gon’ hit me back, he talking like he got a choice

big red sing mongolian, we calling him the throat goat
tell him that i said that i’mma tell him it’s a misquote
put his ass down, i’mma get him with a double tap
f+ck it, put down the gun, hit him close combat

yeah, shoutout flip flops
wear them sh+ts all the time



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