Cheese Touch Lyrics – BLP KOSHER
I’m touching Bread I got the cheese touch Greg Heffley
She said I’m a G I’m in the shower getting Becky
Name the Draco Austin it got powers, and it’s hefty
Send that boy to Mars oh that’s what I like but it ain’t Pepsi
If looks could ***, then I’ll destroy him and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony
Want him dead or alive I’m talking Jon Bon Jovi
They screamin dreidel man for president I feel like John McCain
Like a senior I can’t leave without my stick I grab my cane
Crash the whip and then I scream paint Job I’m not Lil Wayne
They no ceilings don’t exist around my Way them boys insane
How the *** he went from riding tri-rail to private planes
They left me in the deep end, and I went to preaching like Lecrae
Plan B: I hear the ops Collin then I grab my k
Scratch off, they tried to leave a debris I left decay
I’m a pitbull that don’t bark I leave a mark and let it rain
I might fly her out to Portland by tonight because she’s my Maine
Put them back up in the blender, power juicer, Jack LaLanne
He owe me bread I’m a kneel with that chopper. I ain’t Shane
I brought the switches back to Sweden snakes on a plane
See that boy and catch fire like the *** “Hunger Games”
His crib got riddled up with bullets. All he said was one name
I’ll go vehicle or manslaughter on that biker gang
I let this chopper eat like Joey Chestnut because it’s a Glizzy
That’s my wodie that’s my dreidel that’s my *** twizzy
He don’t like you then this chopper make him hit the Griddy
I’m bout to pull up on his ass yeat yah Finna get busy
I used to work at Lowe’s
But now I’m dropping low’s
Open fracture on the Glock. It came with a *** bone
He a bug he won’t last let’s resort I’m about to pop a roach
Salt life I left them briny deep and then I docked the boat, ***
I’m touching Bread I got the cheese touch Greg Heffley
She said I’m a G I’m in the shower getting Becky
Name the Draco Austin it got powers, and it’s hefty
Send that boy to Mars oh that’s what I like but it ain’t Pepsi
If looks could ***, then I’ll destroy him and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony
Want him dead or alive I’m talking Jon Bon Jovi