
Soul Food 03 Greedo & Kenny Beats (Ft. Buddy)
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[Intro: 03 Greedo & KEY!]
Lil momma
Lil momma, hey
Food, yeah
(Woah, Kenny)
[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Told lil' momma she the butter on my rice
Told lil' momma she the sugar on my grits
Told lil' momma she my candy-coated ice
Told lil' momma she the Kool-Aid on my pickle
[Chorus: Buddy & 03 Greedo]
Collard greens, black-eyed peas (Soul)
Hot sauce on my chitterlings
Neck bones, pig feet (Food)
Mac and cheese, chicken wings
Collard greens, black-eyed peas (Soul)
Hot sauce on my chitterlings
Neck bones, pig feet (Food)
Mac and cheese, chicken wings
She got me soul food
[Verse: 03 Greedo]
Your conversation's dry as this cornbread
Broke ass bitch, go 'head
You can't even cook it out the kitchen
All day, I'm outside, bitchin'
I'ma need a woman who more different, yeah
The one who put the pussy in a handstand, yeah
She ain't got no net worth, she ain't in the house
But baby always at work, she don't even use the couch
There's no one to talk to, but when I'm home she use her mouth
But girl you do a good good cook, she was raised in the South
Soul food
Lil momma
Lil momma, hey
Food, yeah
(Woah, Kenny)
[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Told lil' momma she the butter on my rice
Told lil' momma she the sugar on my grits
Told lil' momma she my candy-coated ice
Told lil' momma she the Kool-Aid on my pickle
[Chorus: Buddy & 03 Greedo]
Collard greens, black-eyed peas (Soul)
Hot sauce on my chitterlings
Neck bones, pig feet (Food)
Mac and cheese, chicken wings
Collard greens, black-eyed peas (Soul)
Hot sauce on my chitterlings
Neck bones, pig feet (Food)
Mac and cheese, chicken wings
She got me soul food
[Verse: 03 Greedo]
Your conversation's dry as this cornbread
Broke ass bitch, go 'head
You can't even cook it out the kitchen
All day, I'm outside, bitchin'
I'ma need a woman who more different, yeah
The one who put the pussy in a handstand, yeah
She ain't got no net worth, she ain't in the house
But baby always at work, she don't even use the couch
There's no one to talk to, but when I'm home she use her mouth
But girl you do a good good cook, she was raised in the South
Soul food
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