Chow Time
Lil bitch it's comfy Back to talk shit
Smack the black off you bitch Prepare to witness
Cause I'm back in this bitch Looking handsome as shit
Would say I'll take your bitch but I already did that
On my west coast statement I'll make you pull your wig back
If you a playa quit playing nigga Stop thinking bout a stack Jack
Matter fact Put me on wax
Imma get the royalties right Level the price tag
Hard to think these silly ass niggas gon' get a nice bag
When they sit up and brag Bout likes and a life they never had
C'mon lad It's sad
I'm all bout my bread like this a bakery
If you wanna walk in my shoes you better wear 14's
Mental state battered and bruised Ain't no faking it
I walk thru chip on the shoulder Fuck what you think
Is the mental 100 percent I'll get em
You gone need Master Splinter To out ninja a nigga
I be like
Give me a bowl bitch it's chow time This the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you gone get chewed up and shit out
Gimme a bowl bitch it's chow time This the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you just got chewed up and shit out
I grab a bowl Then I pour them into it
I don't need milk cause the nigga flow is silk as shit
I'm on a mission Fill up my tummy
Sell the dirty dishes It's delicious
You think fictitious Come and take a listen
What I'm spitting I'll fucking draw back and loogie on you
Boogie on you Pull down my pants and wipe my doodie on you
Fool be humble way you be acting This the groupie jungle
When we rumble don't you stumble or fumble you'll be done though
Prepare to get swallowed (pause) Before you can mumble (bars)
Know that my stomach large Could damn near digest a car
I don't ride waves I don't surf. (Not yet though)
I've been gone for a minute I ain't forget how to rap though
Fasho I'm on This is my point Give me a point I need napkins
Imma have a meal after this song Kick my feet up
That's after I eat up Adidas socks on
Pick my teeth Lick my gums
Then I yawn like
Give me a bowl bitch it's chow time This the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you gone get chewed up and shit out
Gimme a bowl bitch it's chow time this the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you just got chewed up and shit out
Smack the black off you bitch Prepare to witness
Cause I'm back in this bitch Looking handsome as shit
Would say I'll take your bitch but I already did that
On my west coast statement I'll make you pull your wig back
If you a playa quit playing nigga Stop thinking bout a stack Jack
Matter fact Put me on wax
Imma get the royalties right Level the price tag
Hard to think these silly ass niggas gon' get a nice bag
When they sit up and brag Bout likes and a life they never had
C'mon lad It's sad
I'm all bout my bread like this a bakery
If you wanna walk in my shoes you better wear 14's
Mental state battered and bruised Ain't no faking it
I walk thru chip on the shoulder Fuck what you think
Is the mental 100 percent I'll get em
You gone need Master Splinter To out ninja a nigga
I be like
Give me a bowl bitch it's chow time This the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you gone get chewed up and shit out
Gimme a bowl bitch it's chow time This the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you just got chewed up and shit out
I grab a bowl Then I pour them into it
I don't need milk cause the nigga flow is silk as shit
I'm on a mission Fill up my tummy
Sell the dirty dishes It's delicious
You think fictitious Come and take a listen
What I'm spitting I'll fucking draw back and loogie on you
Boogie on you Pull down my pants and wipe my doodie on you
Fool be humble way you be acting This the groupie jungle
When we rumble don't you stumble or fumble you'll be done though
Prepare to get swallowed (pause) Before you can mumble (bars)
Know that my stomach large Could damn near digest a car
I don't ride waves I don't surf. (Not yet though)
I've been gone for a minute I ain't forget how to rap though
Fasho I'm on This is my point Give me a point I need napkins
Imma have a meal after this song Kick my feet up
That's after I eat up Adidas socks on
Pick my teeth Lick my gums
Then I yawn like
Give me a bowl bitch it's chow time This the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you gone get chewed up and shit out
Gimme a bowl bitch it's chow time this the chow line
Feed me rappers they gone get devoured Pause
I don't answer calls Cause I'm eating
Don't believe it Then you just got chewed up and shit out
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Writer(s): Cheyne Claxton
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