Eat (feat. Exhale TAOP)
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Fuck you mean
Taking one for the team
Nigga you know I'm Kareem
Look at this ring
Bet if bop they lean
Nigga so fresh so clean
I'ma sting
That's why these niggas so green
This ain't beef its Burger King
This ain't beef it's Burger King
Straight cash will make them hoes Shake ass in they windows
Stay passing that indo
Summit Ave my nigga you know
Hatin asses keep it low
Hundreds and fifties it's easy
None of these niggas believed me
I don't need no one to feed me Fucking this bitch again
After she say she gon leave me
If you ain't feeling this nigga you Paraplegic
If blood is thicker than water
Then some of these niggas anemic ha
Look at this Willie it's Beaman, What's a dog to a demon
Watching her play with the semen, Going off in arenas
That ain't my baby you reaching, Pack it away with the leeches
Ion treat ya like the Mona Lisa Chicken wings and pizzas
Yea yea
Hands on they they feeling em
Hatin on em like they feminine
Goin off indiscriminate
Everybody should be spinning it
Mask off on some nigga shit
You be talking I be living it
Fat nigga in here ripping it
Fat nigga magnificent
I been really workin'
You been merely lurkin
I been serving em like Wimbledon
Bad bitch Mike Jack
Lil booty but it's fat
Is she a meal or a snack
Light skin like Kat
All I want is some racks
Lay on them shits like a mattress
He wanna put his king in my palace
He wanna gonna active
I Got him callin and textin
All 3 of my phones
He outside my home like
Bae what's our status
I tell I'm single ready to mingle
I been doin my keegles
Might slide on that thing
I'm callin papi
He think my name is Maria
I'm rollin up mota and drinkin Sangria
Rich like Pablo No Cocaina
I got the sauce Pizzeria
Striped up on zebra
Runnin the game like Mccaffrey
Real savage like apache
Fuck around sit on that dick
Call him daddy
But that nigga ain't no daddy
If he got a thick dick I call it fatty
Beating me up like he battin
He kept runnin his mouth
That nigga too chatty
Back to the streets hope he happy
And nah I don't trip off no drama
I just be chillen I'm coolin
They be seein me do my lil dance
They already know I'm too groovy
If I don't speak when I see you
You already know how I'm movin
Don't make me prove it
Ain't no guitar bitch it's a glock
And ima play that shit like acoustic
I stay all in the way in my bag
Bitch Ballin like kyree
I swear I'm in love wit this money
I Sing to it like jodeci
I glow every where that I go
Yea They can't help but notice me
I Put all my competition on my plate
And then I eat
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Fuck you mean
Taking one for the team
Nigga you know I'm Kareem
Look at this ring
Bet if bop they lean
Nigga so fresh so clean
I'ma sting
That's why these niggas so green
This ain't beef its Burger King
This ain't beef it's Burger King
Straight cash will make them hoes Shake ass in they windows
Stay passing that indo
Summit Ave my nigga you know
Hatin asses keep it low
Hundreds and fifties it's easy
None of these niggas believed me
I don't need no one to feed me Fucking this bitch again
After she say she gon leave me
If you ain't feeling this nigga you Paraplegic
If blood is thicker than water
Then some of these niggas anemic ha
Look at this Willie it's Beaman, What's a dog to a demon
Watching her play with the semen, Going off in arenas
That ain't my baby you reaching, Pack it away with the leeches
Ion treat ya like the Mona Lisa Chicken wings and pizzas
Yea yea
Hands on they they feeling em
Hatin on em like they feminine
Goin off indiscriminate
Everybody should be spinning it
Mask off on some nigga shit
You be talking I be living it
Fat nigga in here ripping it
Fat nigga magnificent
I been really workin'
You been merely lurkin
I been serving em like Wimbledon
Bad bitch Mike Jack
Lil booty but it's fat
Is she a meal or a snack
Light skin like Kat
All I want is some racks
Lay on them shits like a mattress
He wanna put his king in my palace
He wanna gonna active
I Got him callin and textin
All 3 of my phones
He outside my home like
Bae what's our status
I tell I'm single ready to mingle
I been doin my keegles
Might slide on that thing
I'm callin papi
He think my name is Maria
I'm rollin up mota and drinkin Sangria
Rich like Pablo No Cocaina
I got the sauce Pizzeria
Striped up on zebra
Runnin the game like Mccaffrey
Real savage like apache
Fuck around sit on that dick
Call him daddy
But that nigga ain't no daddy
If he got a thick dick I call it fatty
Beating me up like he battin
He kept runnin his mouth
That nigga too chatty
Back to the streets hope he happy
And nah I don't trip off no drama
I just be chillen I'm coolin
They be seein me do my lil dance
They already know I'm too groovy
If I don't speak when I see you
You already know how I'm movin
Don't make me prove it
Ain't no guitar bitch it's a glock
And ima play that shit like acoustic
I stay all in the way in my bag
Bitch Ballin like kyree
I swear I'm in love wit this money
I Sing to it like jodeci
I glow every where that I go
Yea They can't help but notice me
I Put all my competition on my plate
And then I eat
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Cold beans ay
And collard greens ay
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Brown
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