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peeping tom (producer) - no salad lyrics

[intro]
uh, h-llo can i get a chicken over rice please?
uh, do you want salad with that?
no salad!

[verse 1: seannie j]
look you a 95, stay workin’ from 9 to 5
after this track, how the f-ck you gon’ stay alive?
ain’t doin’ sh-t in life, stay chuggin’ green bottles
thought you had weight issues? now you got more problems
graduate with 97’s, get murked by a 97
puttin’ the mack on 98, she creeped by ya obsession
she don’t want no f-ckin’ humpty dumpty or a small d-ck
probably call will kim to steal ya girl real quick
call you the real brian yu junior for hoppin’ on crooks
think ya extra-large fit on point, that sh-t is so jokes
you the real jabba da hut, better love ya new name
quit tryna be hard, everyone know that you a real lame
call you obese, you join the gym, workin’ out? ha sike!
n-ggas probably mistake ya b-tch-ss for an obese dike!

[verse 2: sung il]
jason seo, im aboutta spit out this verse
im a blessin’ to this track, but to you im a curse
yea there’s no rehe-rs- fatty boy, you heard it here first
ima violate ya -ss, so hold tight to ya purse
p-ssy f-ggot, why you always cravin’ attention?
yous a lightskin boy, soon to undergo depression
ima need a drill just to get through layers of fat
evidences of binge eating, to you cake is like crack
why bother with the yaeyo, when n-ggas got the mayo?
fat n-gga alert, n-gga lookin like te-ri-o
jason fatty se-o, how bout we make a de-al
lose some f-cking weight and i’ll respect you for re-al

[verse 3: jkim]
high school cl-ss of 2020, jason se-o
only time you saw t-tties, in-cog-ni-to
lookin’ for ya d-ck, like ya findin’ nemo
this verse gon’ hit you harder than dan marino
your a f-ckin’ whale someone get the torpedo
your bogie selfies make you look f-ckin’ emo
if you were paid to eat, you would own a casino
get off jamie’s d-ck, it’s not a burrito
shoot ya fat face, call it cap-a-chino
i’ll give ya face scars no al pacino
jump shot’s as ugly as you in a speedo
know ya place like sam lim, change your ego
how life as a f-ggot, you f-ckin’ dumb bogie addict
takin’ all these shots, yea my gat’s automatic
and quit f-ckin’ b-tchin’, stop bein’ dramatic
r.i.p. j-seo, a.k.a. mr. atlantic

[hook: will]
b-tch, i stole yo girl!
b-tch, i stole yo girl!
b-tch, i stole yo girl!
b-tch, i stole yo girl!
b-tch, i stole yo girl!
b-tch, i stole yo girl!
b-tch, i stole yo girl!

[verse 4: boo k!ll em]
jason seo, they call him the king of highschool
driving without a license, your not cool
why does this my n-gga have my f-ckin’ name?
why couldn’t his dad pull out, the day he came?
why does he exist is what im tryin’ to say
taking all the food supply, that sh-t is not okay
copping a feel, on the girl andrew is making out with
doing stuff like that, you really deserve this diss
your a fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, piece of sh-t
you can’t ball for life, because your just that unfit
always ditching school and chilling at the park
waiting on the buffet line, with seong dark park
one plate, two plate, up to twenty-four
getting your -ss kicked out as you beg for more
you probably weigh more than brian’s head
the reason why africa’s starving, you’re a global threat

[verse 5: tak]
just got my t–th removed, but still more energy than your fat-ss
get ready to be chewed, does anyone wanna drink tonight?
does anyone wanna cyph tonight? i’ll tell you what to do tonight
get on that f-cking treadmill, i hope you lose that cellulite
dont bother getting a haircut honey, a p-ssy like yourself is beautiful, bald or hairy
glad your coming to the house, you better not be fakin’
don’t let us down, your our supply of bacon

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