Lyrics:
opinion that you taste better than good food
And for dessert, I recommend passion, performed perfectly, legs up as you're peaking the horizon
Of climaxing
different crowd.
Shoud out to real grinders is always up and about.
Breaking bread for the fam to put food in their mouth.
With family vacay money taking
to be
I'm not as regular as I used to be
I'm not as regular as I used to be
I don't need all your gastrointestinal wonders
I don't really care about food
into some tech
If people say health is wealth, but where is it at
You really gonna trust the same companies who partners with fast food
You really gonna
good company
You a slave!
Trying to launder your fake status
What you really need to do is break patterns
Cars, jewels, all of that is nice
But does it
it though
And I'm trying to make sure my bed's warm
With your company,
That biz woman
Come and give me that biz woman
Work me like I'm your job
Like
the food brought to me
Because people outside of my house
Scare me and cause me to doubt
Am I a good person, can you see me
Am I even real at all?
Sometimes
all of my demons
Callin' out all of my demons
No one picks up so it seems, ayy
Good riddance to all of these reasons
I put in that work every season
in pieces all over the ground
I need your good company if I'm even allowed
I need your friendship and trust, girl I need it right now
I need your
blue jeans on
Looking fine
Hopping out the ride
Now we're ready to chill
And we all good company
Yeah
Man I love the vibe
Watch us all get country fried
her blue jeans on
Looking fine
Hopping out the ride
Now we're ready to chill
And we all good company
Yeah
Man I love the vibe
Watch us all get country
never fight nobody (nobody)
I just wan dey with my somebody (somebody)
And my lady, she dey give me company (company)
Wahala no go killi somebody, oh
Outside of...
Fast Food Joints...
These be fast food joints
Cuz they rolled real tight
If you know bout that man,
Let him know on sight
What's good with
Watching episodes by myself
You don't understand how good this feels
Feels good
Real real good
Real real good
Keep it going to the evening
Treat a week day
you are so good at keeping me company.
[Chorus:]
You are relating to a psychopath
Your role model is therapy
You must be real far gone
You are
Everybody, have fun
Everybody
Bring it in, uh
Plenty of good food
And all the good joys
Plenty of music
In the kiddie room
There's plenty
But that good shit that feed the soul will cut through
And everything else is junk food
Aw Jesus!
This is what they feeding to these fetuses?
Rappers
ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash
ain't never let them niggas take our food away
And we recognize real and got a rude awakening
And woke up together and our life was better
I'm the Cash
make it to Jannah
I pray I die a good man
I pray all my brothers realize
No man live more than his days
This is food for thought
Only for the wise one
bank
Just wait until it tanks
Your parents had it planned
We're almost like them?
Fun, racist professional sports
Management gets the real
the beat
They deceive and mistreat
They don't deserve any of Your company
Keep it real yall
Stay to yourself dawg
I will never fall
They miss out their lost
off good, but it ended off bad
When you said that you needed space
Had I known it would end like this
I, never would have said yes to the whole thing
to the beach and grow double D's
like GOOD JESUS. Let me rub some lotion on your cleavage
cause where we live summertime lasts about four seasons
Parties are
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