Get Fed
I been hungry since the day I was born
All I do is eat and eat and eat
Fee fi fo fum
I scrape my plate I look at you I grab your plate
And I probably scrape that too
Cause you gotta get fed 'for you get dead
You know you gotta
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here to feed my people please don't bite the hand that feeds you
Ayo ayo ayo
My girl tried to call me
She the one that's really salty
She stole my wallet and my car keys
Made me skip a heartbeat I love her more than ever though
I need that estate by the lake (Yaherme)
Bring out the shrimp with the steak (Bring it out)
Got four courses on my plate man I swear this shit is fate
And ill be heavy by the summer (Right by the summer)
I need red wine from the motherland
I don't even think about my other plans
Arza told me I should go dumb again but I been goin stupid
Half a bottle made me do it (Half a bottle)
Around the corner schemin' on the block again
All I need it good karma and oxygen
I cut him off for parlaying with opps again
He made my celly hot again
I love him but I don't miss him
Cause you gotta get fed 'for you get dead
You know you gotta
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here to feed my people please don't bite the hand that feeds you
Get fed 'for you get dead
Its whatever
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here to feed my people please don't bite the hand that feeds you
You know I told em everybody eats right
You know these kids was born under the street lights
You know these hands'll pull out all your teeth right
Pour out liquor each night may god bless the dead homies
I want that big body with the chrome finish
Hit the dutchie hit cruise control in it
Larry told me I could go gold wit it
But I'm hungry for that platinum napkin hangin off my collar (off my collar)
I aint come bother you so why you bother me
Im only robbin you cause they robbin me
We aint never gonna hit the lottery
Arrested up in my Wallabes 2020 gonna be my year though
Woah why you guys a bunch of weirdos
Like you don't know what we really here for
I'm about to turn em all to dinner
Winter spring summer fall we came to eat it all
Ahh
All I do is eat and eat and eat
Fee fi fo fum
I scrape my plate I look at you I grab your plate
And I probably scrape that too
Cause you gotta get fed 'for you get dead
You know you gotta
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here to feed my people please don't bite the hand that feeds you
Ayo ayo ayo
My girl tried to call me
She the one that's really salty
She stole my wallet and my car keys
Made me skip a heartbeat I love her more than ever though
I need that estate by the lake (Yaherme)
Bring out the shrimp with the steak (Bring it out)
Got four courses on my plate man I swear this shit is fate
And ill be heavy by the summer (Right by the summer)
I need red wine from the motherland
I don't even think about my other plans
Arza told me I should go dumb again but I been goin stupid
Half a bottle made me do it (Half a bottle)
Around the corner schemin' on the block again
All I need it good karma and oxygen
I cut him off for parlaying with opps again
He made my celly hot again
I love him but I don't miss him
Cause you gotta get fed 'for you get dead
You know you gotta
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here to feed my people please don't bite the hand that feeds you
Get fed 'for you get dead
Its whatever
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here
Get fed 'for you get dead
Im here to feed my people please don't bite the hand that feeds you
You know I told em everybody eats right
You know these kids was born under the street lights
You know these hands'll pull out all your teeth right
Pour out liquor each night may god bless the dead homies
I want that big body with the chrome finish
Hit the dutchie hit cruise control in it
Larry told me I could go gold wit it
But I'm hungry for that platinum napkin hangin off my collar (off my collar)
I aint come bother you so why you bother me
Im only robbin you cause they robbin me
We aint never gonna hit the lottery
Arrested up in my Wallabes 2020 gonna be my year though
Woah why you guys a bunch of weirdos
Like you don't know what we really here for
I'm about to turn em all to dinner
Winter spring summer fall we came to eat it all
Ahh
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Writer(s): Arza, Dalton Saliola
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