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Food Video (MV)




Performed By: Flames Dot Malik
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: CAMERON JONES, CHARLES CAIN, TYRAN ALLEN




Flames Dot Malik - Food Lyrics




They prayin' on my downfall but I can't stop
Im elevated
This that new growth like Dreadlocks
Contemplating
Cause the dope good but the stamp hot
I got em scared of the big dawg like Sandlot
My bitch thick like the joystick on a Xbox
She cook suck dick and sleep in the wet spot
Real pimp put that on a baby out of wedlock
Catch me with a prostitute soliciting rest stops
Don't run up on dot, son will give you a chest shot
Fresh like Will Smith, drunk like Hancock
Niggas play with me but I'm wrong cause they man shot
Free Gunna but the rest of you niggas tampons
Scary ass rappers got em sleep with they lamps on
All they know the shooter had a all black champ on
You standing on your business, you dead wrong
This music is secondary
I just sold some food off a Samsung
Bitch, eat
We ain't cool
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Heard your album sounding like fake news nigga
Nigga funeral was a whole mood
Yeah yeah bitch eat
We ain't cool
How the f*ck you stunting with fake jewels?
I ain't standing around, I'm making moves
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Yeah yeah bitch eat
The gang members with me, y'all throwing treys
Screaming free him till we see him, they like the Broadway
They lift your car up like you parked in the towaway
I'm on the shot, getting drunk just like a stowaway
They broke inside the trap them niggas stole a brick
I had to charge it to the game just like controller sticks
And man these niggas say they gang and scared to hold a blick
And name a nigga inside the game that got a colder wrist
If they want me they gotta come to where the hood is hot
And don't be stupid if you do then you as good as got
And don't move stupid if you do then you as good as shoot
I still smell all of that coke we used to put in pots
Sift it, whip it
Flip it like gymnastics
They shooting 30 like curry
They ain't trying to miss the basket
I got demons in that demon,
They'll catch your ass in traffic
I bought my whips brand new
You can whip me out the plastic
Bitch, eat
We ain't cool
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Heard your album sounding like fake news nigga
Nigga funeral was a whole mood
Yeah yeah bitch eat
We ain't cool
How the f*ck you stunting with fake jewels?
I ain't standing around, I'm making moves
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Yeah yeah bitch eat"
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They prayin' on my downfall but I can't stop
Im elevated
This that new growth like Dreadlocks
Contemplating
Cause the dope good but the stamp hot
I got em scared of the big dawg like Sandlot
My bitch thick like the joystick on a Xbox
She cook suck dick and sleep in the wet spot
Real pimp put that on a baby out of wedlock
Catch me with a prostitute soliciting rest stops
Don't run up on dot, son will give you a chest shot
Fresh like Will Smith, drunk like Hancock
Niggas play with me but I'm wrong cause they man shot
Free Gunna but the rest of you niggas tampons
Scary ass rappers got em sleep with they lamps on
All they know the shooter had a all black champ on
You standing on your business, you dead wrong
This music is secondary
I just sold some food off a Samsung
Bitch, eat
We ain't cool
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Heard your album sounding like fake news nigga
Nigga funeral was a whole mood
Yeah yeah bitch eat
We ain't cool
How the f*ck you stunting with fake jewels?
I ain't standing around, I'm making moves
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Yeah yeah bitch eat
The gang members with me, y'all throwing treys
Screaming free him till we see him, they like the Broadway
They lift your car up like you parked in the towaway
I'm on the shot, getting drunk just like a stowaway
They broke inside the trap them niggas stole a brick
I had to charge it to the game just like controller sticks
And man these niggas say they gang and scared to hold a blick
And name a nigga inside the game that got a colder wrist
If they want me they gotta come to where the hood is hot
And don't be stupid if you do then you as good as got
And don't move stupid if you do then you as good as shoot
I still smell all of that coke we used to put in pots
Sift it, whip it
Flip it like gymnastics
They shooting 30 like curry
They ain't trying to miss the basket
I got demons in that demon,
They'll catch your ass in traffic
I bought my whips brand new
You can whip me out the plastic
Bitch, eat
We ain't cool
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Heard your album sounding like fake news nigga
Nigga funeral was a whole mood
Yeah yeah bitch eat
We ain't cool
How the f*ck you stunting with fake jewels?
I ain't standing around, I'm making moves
And I ain't gotta rap cause I sell food
Yeah yeah bitch eat"
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Writer: CAMERON JONES, CHARLES CAIN, TYRAN ALLEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave


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