Lyrics:
the bedpost stays
Out here it's all Bruno Mars and zero bars
So who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours
Been working hard all night, we
Without food whole heap a days
Mi did haffi go
Some bwoy can't walk the road them weh Poppy go
And them wah fight me down
When me hot enuh
Hungry days
and Versace (Thug Life)
Bitches pussy poppin' in the lobby (clap)
Feel good when you puttin' food on the table
Try to stop me I'ma prolly catch a body, it's
‘bout my niggas, dawg
They ‘gon die, trapped up in a system
Only wanna do is be a man and help his mommy paying bills and putting food up in the kitchen
not knowing my whereabouts
Dude just food, new dinner on my table top
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and
a big little kid
I'm the bottle, the bib, the baby food lid
The nipple, the lid, and I did what I did
'Cause I live how I live
For $2.50 I could go
young to die
But I'll help you get over me
I'll help you hate me
I'll help you hate me
I'll eat fast food every night
So I'm not easy on the eyes,
Cah you know money come first
Plug don't come from Jamaica (nah)
But the food still got jerked (ha-ha)
In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch
food in the cling
In two days, man's viewing the crib
And two weeks rent costs two and a bit
Got a view and it's lit
Half a box, man's doing that
So when Floss told me the news, I was sitting there confused
Tears rushing to my eyes, I couldn't eat my food
Bro, I don't wanna believe it, but I
now, they know I'm more than nice with it
Ice with it, and I don't write down my lyrics
And I don't see no food, I just buy the brizzy
I straight drop
I wake up early in the morning and eat dinner food
Most likely microwavable 'cause I don't feel like makin' bigger moves
I will go back to sleep,
have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something
Dre Skull, oh-eh-oh
Like a dog
Man used to hungry every tick a di clock
Couldn't find food fi put inna di pot
Inna di street everyday mi a chip
just forge it
Knewin' my momma couldn't afford it
In my mind, it cost a little extortion
Knew what time it is, I had to stop watchin'
Only food if
I will die from rising tides
From never-ending winters
No palatable water, no real food left
Just artificial flavors
But oh, my love, what's left
'cause they come like faggots
I done slept in the cells no blankets
Had to put all my stuff in baskets
And they put all my food in plastic
They done
bet that he dance round the truth like he Carlton
If it ain't about progress, it's dead to me
They want the soul food and I got the recipe
Talkin'
Hobby McFit, euer Hobby Food-Court
Das der Braveheart-Endgegner in mir
Ich schmeiße Bomben vom Balkon wie bei Shakespeare
Warn' bitte, wenn ich Hanteln
Obese heavyweight sumo used to put food on scales like Bruno
Bruno
Who's Bruno?
Bruno from you know
As in Bruno in Danger
Bruno with a Uno
I
Movie, food and goodbye
Thoughts over jumping all my problems
Beg your pardon [?]
Cockback blast that .45
Screams and paranoia I hide
I hide
the pu-nani
And I get the gold Grammy I got the food
That's why I feel so great I'm so unbelievably cool
Please go steady with it
(Sunshine you need
in '96 when the time
It's Nintendo sick and Genesis (lit!)
I ain't go enough room in this bitch
I ain't go enough food in my whip
If I die tonight
baby I love them redbones
Came a long way from wicked food stamps
They call me big belly cinco I'm blowing big stacks
I got your bitch at the telly
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