food4thought ft. kurashige Lyrics

Mopping up the store, late nights, put some beats on

Nothing as good as the shit that kurashige on

Saving up for a twenty-three Nissan

forty-k, shit, imma put a lease on

Turn it up boy, put our new release on

Got the sound low, talking down like Dijon

Boba shop with the baddies, hair done to match her nails

Bumping that Bad Bunny, baby girl I know you real

Can I meet your daddy and your momma too, that's a deal

He said "what's your intention?", boy I'm here to cop a feel

Nah, fuck that shit and silicone

Cellulite my favorite part, call me on my cellular

A writer but I'm still direct, hyperboles and metaphors

You the best of all time, shit I heard that the most times

I'm the most high at my midwest high

Since fucking o-nine, when I rocked that suit and tie

Woah, woah

And I'm shooting out the bentley, got more mula so don't test me

Made of metal like a chest piece, having sex with my two besties

What the fuck were you expecting

What the fuck were you expecting on that late night when you text me

I don't wanna be a last choice, I can't help it cause you left me

Super condescending, and I think that's why you get me

We broke up and I grown up, you know that's my favorite ending

Sorry I'm just venting, you were always vending

Trying to trade emotions like they're fucking currency

It's not hard to be a man, tell that to myself, I'm trying man

Look at you, you just a fan, but look at me, we all the same

I love the way shit falls in place

Sixteen years, it's not a race

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I'll still smack you, you want to try today

Epidemic, epidemic, violence, epidemic, violence, epidemic, violence

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