| Hotter than a motherfucker in here
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| And I just had a burrito, that shit was fire
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| Super delish, talkin' my shit
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| Aw, man
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| Tick, tick!
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| I work hard for the people I love and the shit that I want
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| It’s 27, smokin' smooth and come right after the blunt
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| I wear mismatching socks on purpose cuz it pisses you off
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| I smile in the face of struggle like I’m 50 or something
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| Builder had the ice on the doorknob, I couldn’t get my key in
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| Bangin' on my brother window tell him to let me in
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| I kick the door a little now I think I got my me in
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| It’s hard to run the world when your shoes covered in cement
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| Dirty elephant print, no elegant shit
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| The pretty niggas gettin jealous as shit
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| Who let this fat nigga Angela Davis
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| Get hella the payments he makin'
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| I model for some brands, how the cameras be shakin'
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| My face on MTV Jams, I was sittin' in the basement
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| Beer and my pops next to me going crazy
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| Play this shit, roll up and embrace it
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| Let your eyes shut like Tracy McGrady
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| The beat go dumb
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| Yeah, the beat go dumb
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| Said the beat go dumb
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| Yeah, the beat go dumb
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| We have fun when we didn’t have none
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| They about this life, man this shit so dumb
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| Don’t make sense to me, but I ain’t trippin'
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| Cuz all my niggas been had the same vision
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| Don’t make sense to me, but I ain’t trippin'
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| Cuz all my niggas been had the same vision
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| I just want an everything burrito
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| I feel like flailing my arms
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| Like a whacky inflatable tube dude.
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| At who’s who’s house with the Who’s Who’s
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| And I’m like who’s who?
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| Cool cool, like moon roofs
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| Big funny nigga, homies used to call me Bruce Bruce
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| At the talent show with Martha Stew
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| We made the stew, I learned to rap at after school
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| What major you? |
| Psychology, or biology?
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| High-as-astronaut-ology? |
| Sittin' back in economy
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| Plane seats scraping on my knee and I can’t believe it.
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| Two Tylenol PMs, some McDonald’s, I still ain’t sleepin'
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| What if I jump off of the plane?
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| Would that be so inhumane?
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| When shit mundane, and all your friends asleep again?
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| (Let it keep going! I don’t fucking care!)
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| I plan on being in karate movies just like Chris Farley
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| My imagination gnarly, the rap game Jeff Hardy
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| Every day school tardy, I ain’t wanna watch Barney
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| I was never white ranger, always blue
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| Now who the fuck is you
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| Ivan Ooze?
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| The other kids make you wanna be a villain
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| Until you save the day, makin' amazing wage
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| I’m doing flips in the pool, the sun settin'
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| Feel like I get older, but them Sundays still depressing
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| Like I gotta go to school tomorrow, goddamn, why?
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| I swear when I was seven that shit made me cry
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| And now I’m on the bigger better
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| Fuck Jake on Adventure for an Everything Burrito |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything Burrito , by - Michael Christmas. Song from the album What A Weird Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп