Make ginger ale and a chicken sandwich
How tf you gonna make ginger ale
Just sleep in.
How tf you gonna make ginger ale
All you need is finely chopped ginger, sugar, water, club soda, and lime juice.
Just get extremely drunk and hit a strip club , after I listen to my fav songs and scenes from my favorite movies then fade out
Watch the clock go by
I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
Just take it in
What, ayo, if I had twenty-four, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all in papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty and he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi, f*** you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there, grab the bank teller with the pretty face
F*** her in the safe and have her take me to my place
We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'd be bad
For my son to have the same s*** his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty-three, I'ma be strapped with TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges with me
My real answer would get me banned and secret service on my ass
(Idk why I said this I was in a edgy ass mood)
get everything off my chest to everyone. i think it would be insanely cathartic. like airing every grievance i've ever had with anyone.
I've been thinking about doing this lately just because
this s*** really is a great question to ask someone. it's a little silly type question but if you actually ask someone for their REAL answers you can find a lot out about someone
Yeah it's like... would you be satisfied with the decisions you've made in your life thus far? What about the decisions made on this hypothetical last day. Would you die happy?
If I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, f*** it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson
Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldie, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my b****es in one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?