Stan Lane - Free Bread At The Outback lyrics

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Stan Lane - Free Bread At The Outback lyrics

[Intro] LD, A.K.A. the urologist, this my year, show them D [Verse 1] Okay, I'm 'bout to do it all I don't think I'm stopping, 'til it's mountains of my balls Y'all like, oh dear, like I'm mounted on the wall But the way I'm 'bout it, 'bout it my accountant getting mauled His wife 'bout to leave his a** He been working all night, while she give him baths Actually, I'm pretty light, like, within his tasks He got bigger clients, but I'm nice, so just let me bask These white b**hes let me smash I get scared though, no bravado Third base for the O's, like Machado Miss, I ordered this with Avocados, thanks Ey, walk up in this b**h, like I was born bread Going deeper with this spitting, like some p**n head Picture every rapper laying on the floor dead While I'm in a chair, cross legged, eating corn bread I just f**ed a black chick, yeah, I'm proud If that's racist, s** a black dick I'm the one who going straight to the top Don't mistake it, it's not that flagrant when you blatantly flop And plus I stay down, like my date gown in this b**h I'm about to hit the playground, straight clown, all these kids I'm watching ladybugs with your lady, I got it made like that Cleaning house like a maid might rap I don't play with you lame type cats Say the same sh** for days, motherf**er, if you cold I got flames You're the ice caps I bet money y'all don't even know about the ice caps I don't know that much either [Hook] Push the bu*ton, lean the couch back, everybody chill Time to feel better than the free bread at the outback This so good, chill, put your phone back Feeling better than the free bread at the outback Eat that sh**, like we supposed to do Take a rib, get it in, while it's toasted, too They be like chill, Dicky, chill, I want another They be like chill, Dicky, chill You see the bu*ter on that motherf**er? [Verse 2] 'Bout time someone bringing back that east coast I got that sh** that make a Rabbi be like preach, bro Cory turned Marshawn, now it's beast mode I don't buy her sushi, but she still be licking me, so I'm getting p**y, like I'm Tebow, if he a virgin, I'm a cheese scone Motherf**er, I ain't no cheese scone, I'm a grown man I'm just saying that lil David is coming, got Perrier in abundance I'm with a b**h who pushing fingers down That's saying she want it Don't look it's head up on the table, label that seven nothing I'm faded snacking on Funyuns, while making raps That's a luncheon I'm packing a punch and packing lunch and packed in incumbents Rapping dumber than some tackle football With no pads to a motherla That's how you know it's going down Philly D, so you know I keep that Hoagie around Philly beef, we don't f** with that baloney clown Y'all made a mess, let me just push that old Zamboni around That's for hockey if you curious Treat you like my b**hes, only peep between the periods Treat you like my dishes, only need you when I mentioned To be eating something viscous, y'all deliciously inferior Dicky sicker than Nigeria All types of health issues over there, lot of AIDS [Hook] [Outro] Don't f** with me, don't f** with me, please, don't f** with me I wouldn't like it at all I'm about to buy a monkey and just chill with him Like in three years, buy a monkey and just chill with him Dressing him well as f**, like, throwing overalls on that monkey Naming him some sh** like Greg, like some normal a** name Like just Greg and, and like, and like really develop a strong A strong relationship with the monkey I a**ume he become one of my better friends Professional Rapper coming out this fall, I feel bad for the game I feel the hope sometimes I just feel bad for the game They ain't ready, woah, I, I just got a f**ing Hinge match Like throwing that out, y'all, just got a Hinge match, y'all on Hinge? It's really irresponsible not to be, it's just free p**y