Fast Food Free Style Lyrics

I want a double cheeseburger and hold the lettuce,
Don’t be frontin' son,
No seeds on the bun... We be up in this drive thru,
Order for 2... I got a cravin' for a number 9 and Like my shoe,
I need some chicken up in here,
in this dizzel for rizzle my nizzel
extra salt on the frizzel,
Dr. Pepper my brother, another for your mother double double super sized
and don't forget the fries..
CRISPY!
What? Oh!
My brutha.
Word up...
Shut up!
awwww, pss, Nah
It's like,
Hahahah. Ow!
Huh?
Heyyy
Whatch you talking about Willis?
{spitting noise} :P

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