Stromboli Noodle - Stromboli Pastrami on Rye

Okay, we got your, uh, got your strawberries, your chocolate sauce, your pastrami on rye

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Stromboli baby
It's Stromboli baby
Stromboli baby
Pastrami on rye baby, pastrami on rye baby
Stromboli get you right baby, Stromboli get you right baby

Aye what I'm cookin' tonight, it's pastrami on rye, gonna chef you up right, yeah
Cause you my lady, yeah I'm crazy, I'm Stromboli
I'm comin' back with the beats from the 80s

I'm out of things to say, I wanna look at you, I wanna look at you, look at your eyes, every day, uh, cause you beautiful girl, that's why I bang you

With pastrami on rye, uh, make pastrami on rye, uh, yeah, you know I chef it up right, baby, I'm beggin' you, while I'm eatin' that, uh, pastrami on rye, bae, yeah, we gon' be alright, bae, uh
I'm gon' treat you right, bae, uh, I'm gon' get you right, bae, yeah
Lovin' Stromboli all night, bae

Kissy, kissy crazy, I'm a lady, are you crazy
But you my baby, I love my baby, you're breathtaking, so engaging
Look in your eyes, I can see, the eyes as you look, into mine, I'll get us right
Cause you my baby, I want a baby, so I put a baby, in you, baby
And that's a baby, that's a Stromboli baby, yeah, and, that's a Stromboli baby, yeah
That's a Boli baby, that's a Boli baby, that's a Boli, baby, Boli baby, Boli baby, ay
And I'm crazy, but you my lady, we makin' love in our Mercedes

Yeah, and that's right, we bangin', bangin', in a Bercedes
When I'm eating pastrami on rye, baby, pastrami on rye, baby
Stromboli get you right, baby, Stromboli get you right, baby, yeah

Aye, aye, aye
I was just kiddin' when I ended the song, baby
When I ended, the song, baby, when I ended the song, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cause you my mommy, yeah, give me the milk, I'm the baby, yeah, yeah, I'm crazy
And this part is a little, bit of freestyle, off the dome piece, oh yeah
I'm gonna get you right, baby, I'll make you, feel alright, baby
The erotic qualities of these salted cured meats
I find the pastrami to be, the most sensual of all the salted cured meats
Oh baby, Stromboli, and I'm crazy, you been actin' up, you been brazy, and I'm eatin' that, eatin' that

Pastrami on rye, baby
Like I'm George Costanza, what's my next stanza? I don't know what's my line, every time I'm in, the studio like
Baby, baby, can you tell me my line, baby? can you hit my line, baby?
And I'm not tryna lie, baby, yeah
I'm just tryna lie down with you, get that, momma milk, baby
And I'm the baby, got a daddy dick, you want the daddy dick?
I'll give it to ya, yeah, pastrami on rye, baby, yeah
Pastrami on rye, baby, gonna make you my wife, baby, gonna make you my wife, baby
Yeah, givin' it to you right, baby, yeah
For the rest of your life, baby, I ain't jokin' when I wanna make you my wife, baby
Wanna make you my wife, baby, please, my waifu, ooh, damn
In double time, baby, I'm comin' over in double time, baby, to give you that pastrami on rye, baby
I'm done for real now

Stromboli Nation

I got greedy, I flew too close to the sun on wings of pastrami

Written by:
Stromboli Noodle

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