Testo Soul Food - QUE. feat. Mike Fresh
Testo della canzone Soul Food (QUE. feat. Mike Fresh), tratta dall'album ¿QUE FRESCO!
Hollywood Jack
Soul Food
I got birds in a box like J.I. crickets
You want to come and get it, got a four load ticket
Got weed, got beans to go on the side
Even got syrup to pour on your biscuit
My grandma always trippin' on me
Cause I use the pots and never wash the dishes
I feed the J's like holidays
They say a nigga dope taste so exquisite
I said I love my plug cause he show me love
And he always keep a young nigga fed
Got the breast, got the wing, got the thigh, got them all
You can even come cop you a leg
I wake up in the morning then I hit it with the fork
Make them ready for the J, no egg
I keep the toaster on me while I'm serving butter
Cause I keep me a lot of bread
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good cornbread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good cornbread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good
My iPhone I keep clean, my pop phone a Motorola
That kush pack will give you cotton mouth
But you can wash it down with that cola
I remix it with the baking soda, damn you ain't even know it
But the dish I cooked was so ham, they still came back for leftovers
My uncle cooking them taters while I'm fucking around with that drank
Just meet me at my grandma house, I'll fix your ass a plate
I got a hood store that take food stamps
I got a senior citizen's discount
Me and Fresco got the best dope
Just meet me over at his house
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good cornbread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good cornbread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good
I'm cooking up cookies, you niggas is pussy
A vet in the game, and you niggas is roosters
You walk in my hood with the hundred band juug
My young niggas on you, I know that they took ya
Young Quavo got cakes and the pies
Young Quavo got burgers and fries
Come place your order, it's over the border
I'm selling that P with no I's
My trap be trampoline jumping
Got cornbread in the oven
If you want the whole thing or the good collard green
Yeah you got to purchase one muffin
See Pedro, he my cousin
But it really don't even mean nothing
Feds hit the spot, put the work in the attic
12 Ain't even seen nothing
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good cornbread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good cornbread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good
Credits
Writer(s): Quintin Karlando Square, Jarad Long, Michael Alan Davidson Jr
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