Lyrics:
mother
Put em up up up for the Jicama
Turn it up for the mexican turnip
Lets go go mexican potato
Come on everybody scream for the yam bean
Put em up up up
mother
Put em up up up for the Jicama
Turn it up for the mexican turnip
Lets go go mexican potato
Come on everybody scream for the yam bean
Put em up up up
mother
Put em up up up for the Jicama
Turn it up for the mexican turnip
Lets go go mexican potato
Come on everybody scream for the yam bean
Put em up up up
me that sweet
Purple yam, red bean, honey green tea
Make me say, mm, mmhm, mm-mm, mm-mm
Fuck it up, run me that sweet
Purple yam, red bean, honey
to belly
I call it EBT food stamps
We're moving the beans like we move yams
I move only carrying two hands
I'm only gon stay for the man to man
Cuz I got
been? Hope everyone's straight
Remember I would slide every Sunday
Your mom's always made sure I would eat
I loved her yams, beans, and collard greens,
for your cantine
You can't do this &
You can't do that
You can't be Nigerian & then Be all Brit
You cant each rice, yam porridge & Beans
You gotta
I don they eat combine
Yam, rice, beans before I move
My mama they vex for me, I dropped out of school
My Papa they call me
Hey! How are you?
I hope
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
miss the folks I love, ma's home cooking
Sittin' 'round the fire at a catfish fry
I miss the black eyed peas, mustard greens
Candied yams, home
beans
Yams and okra, more seasoning please
Rock and roll, Blues and soul, Hip-Hop, Tango
Capoeira, Mapouka, Tap and Jazz, Ooo lala
They always try
yam
Give me beans
Give me plantain I want to chop o
SnugBeatz pun di riidiim againnn
D'mic Beatz wasere
fresh tamales, sweet smells drifting by
Some yams and green bean casserole don't forget the pecan pie
The Christmas tree is all aglow from top down
mistakey
And your nerves are never shaky
I used to taste that layer cakey
That's what I like about the South
She's got baked beans and candied yams
mashed up everything
Yuh mom gave you dem yams to these black beans you cling
Clinched my microphone bragged that you know how to sing
Keep pressing these
You ain’t had none
Until you had these
Mommas candied yams
And aunty’s string beans
On the count of three
Say cheese
Making memories
With the fam
dat up
Still ridin wit the same o bitch
U could Neva fuck dat up
Str8 G my blood no kut
My niggas drippin & Dey bleed
Brazy sippin On da lean
Yam brazy
Issi
She slide her French-tipped manicured nails all down my inseam
Look'n like a plate of Aunt Ruthie fried chicken, yams
Macaroni and green beans
When
Whole Lotta clips make movies
Whole Lotta drip not coogi
Gang got green beans tomatoes & lean
Yams grams soft raw
Probably da law forward da call
They got
who I am
Sitting sideways don't give a damn
Beans and rice candy yams
You might see me on the front of Slam
Magazine diamonds gleam, 32 inch bezeltyne
like a breeze
Nigga
Woo
Woo
Yeah my pockets, yeah my pockets is obese
Gang in 5
Krack Money World
Waaap
Remember granny cook the yams, I started cooking
Just bought a new Lamb'
The blick it won't jam
Whole lot of new money, this shit ain't no scam
Came up from my gram
I'm serving them yams
through the night
Barbecued beans and a roasted ham
Turkey legs with a maple butter yam
Rib eye steaks pink and juicy too
It's a crispy chicken, rib
You can't catch me outside, aye
If you really love me put your yams on the live, aye
I will get to coughing if you fuck up my vibe, aye
I cant trust
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