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What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? Lights on center stage, life sweet as lemonade But it's sour too, motherfuckers wilin' out on the internet but they been afraid Y'all know how I really feel, it's like same shit, different day Hit 'em with the hot lights, roll up in the spot with a troll up in a box like fish and eggs Yeah, yeah, keep shots ricochet Smoke screen blurred a scene Grind on my nemesis, rap boy scurred of me They might have settled in, shit it never did occur to me Hungry as I ever been, they said I'm the best since whoever ya bitch don't encourage me We never got on free, egg on they face but it's not on me Talkin' hella cheap took a shot on me But when I see you on the scene take a shot on me Sugar in they tank but it's not all sweet Put 'em in they place where they not on beat Put it on they face and they got all meat Hey trickin' if you got it and forgot our treats Halloween on Christmas day ya bitch No clause are the same when they came with gifts All you need is some balls and to bring your dick Ain't no need for applause when I say that shit, boy I see what I saw what I say's specific The fuck would I be doin' if I played it different Spent days in the kitchen, now my name is hittin' Letras de cancionesBeat drop when I rock, whole place is trippin' Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine Maybe my name'll make the headline Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline Now I'm hype and I'm fed up Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? (They shoulda never not fed us) What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? (These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us) I put the water in the pot then I let it come to a boil Throw the noodle in after that Flavor wrapped in the foil Whippin' a motherfuckin' meal dawg Rippin the package and it peeled off I need to eat I'm finna kill off Not givin' a fuck if it's still raw F-A-R O-U-T no lies That can't nobody fornicate but me, oh my You see us poppin' up everywhere nigga we don't die I know ya hate but hold it in whenever we go by Look at the level I'm on, I've gone hungry homie You're right, I need a meal I put it on to show me I get it how I get it so ya mom can blow me I'm trynna get the bread and put it on bologna My head on backwards, my thoughts are crossed out And I don't give a fatherfuckin' fuck, I'm bossed out Can never yellow diamond lemonade, I'm flossed out And I don't know how many runners up, I lost count Although my face is painted, homie no clown I'm well aware that they refer to me low down I'm on the throne and I don't even need no crown Hand out a motherfuckin' turkey like I'm Nino Brown Murderin' for a plate, wait, who's beside me? And why them on the menu, dude can try me I'm orderin' at random, do surprise me But whatever it is, better supersize me Honey ham on the wishlist, money gram and a slit wrist And you can witness What a man would do for a plate when he ran in the place Hella jam with his biscuits Homie gotta get his, he give a fuck how I get mine Maybe my name'll make the headline Doin' fed time standin' on the breadline Now I'm hype and I'm fed up Gotta pull a heist on a bread truck I cite red rum, they shoulda never not fed us What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? (They shoulda never not fed us) What are we going to do about food? What are we going to do about food? (These motherfuckers shoulda never not fed us) Man I'm hungry as hell man Get this pizza, some bread-sticks... Yeah... From Letras Mania