Lyrics:
Yeahh yeahhh
I'm not a plain old
Quaker Oat
Not gonna be rail meat
On your boat.
(So)
Go ahead and chide me
You can make my day
Yeah Yeah
Not
a go she a go yeah she a hoe
Bitch thicker than a bowl of oatmeal call her quaker oats
Never splash on a bitch
Unless we tanning at the pool
Help
So loyal to the game that I'm takin' oath
It says I won't be fazed that I won't erode
I go against the grain, l'm no quaker oats
I've never been
on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Sticking to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new
up
On the pile of coats
Someone's filled the fishtank up with
A box of Quaker's Oats
There's some kid smashing ornaments with
His dad's golf umbrella
like a quaker
But take the raincoats, for the oats
When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow
With butter, you slip up in the grits
heard Allah and Buddha were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky an Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker Oats to a priest
Pretty good, not bad, they
heard Allah and Buddha were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky an Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker Oats to a priest
Pretty good, not bad, they
on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Sticking to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new
Oatmeal Cookies oatmeal Cookies
Oat-Oatmeal Cookies oatmeal Cookies
Hated myself since before it was cool
Faced death like an orphan of gruel
Pardon
Were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky an Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker oats to a priest
Pretty good, not bad, they can't complain
'Cause
to get a fix and turn back again
We on a narrow path the tunnel ends at the tip of syringes
It's Nirvana for my soul Mr Quaker oat I'm back for more grits
He buys the bacon and the achin'
In his heart is due
To overcoats and Quaker Oats
And if his wife should sue
Wanda, Wanda where you went
Meetin your maker, Del the caretaker here break your life
Away from you faker the Tammy Faye Baker
I shake your brain up like Quaker Oats
For tryin
Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes
Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke
Silly question, do I smoke?
Breakfast? Milk and Quaker
bitch she a dime.
Lil mama she know she the shit.
Love it when she make breakfast in bed. Quaker oats, swear she thicker than grits. Social media I met
My niggas tryna eat, and I ain tryna loaf
Got money like cream, ain't no sweet and low
I got bread like wheat, ain't no Quaker Oats
If he got beef, I
people tryna eat
Veggies with the meat
Goat, 'cause we tryna be great
Hold up
Some niggas and bitches be birds
And I don’t wanna hear yo ass quack
Quaker
Ay it's Mackelbarrel we gotta hella cancel hella everything like hella fast
Like that Quaker Oats guy tell me he doesn't have a grain silo full
ya soles
We on da path to a mil (Meal) like it’s Quaker Oats
What I’m learning all deez mask block the word of mouf
Don't matter what’s at the table if
shaker
Yous an oat like the Quaker
But I'm a rap baker
13’s on my feet
No features on the beat
Just trio going heat
I’m molded in place
Call me concrete
the kids lookin' for a new hope
Pop cans and bike spokes, apple tokes with the Quaker oats on the side
I tried tellin' my teachers that I'm puttin' in work
at the delivery, they couldn't cater
Al qaeda bombs dropped in the middle east, quakers oat
Rolled over the steam roll lil Debbie going to wakes
The fakas be doing
passing fists
Unlike Quaker Oats
Picking pockets on movie nights
Like, "Ay where'd the tickets go?"
Back to the lab for experiments
Don't forget the coat
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