Текст 03 Greedo – Soul Food

03 Greedo:
(Lil momma
Lil momma, hey
Food, yeah)

Told lil’ momma she the butter on my rice
Told lil’ momma she the sugar on my wrist
Told lil’ momma she my candy-coated ice
Told lil’ momma she the Kool-Aid on my bitch

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

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 damn words, 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

Told lil’ momma she the butter on my rice
Told lil’ momma she the sugar on my wrist
Told lil’ momma she my candy-coated ice
Told lil’ momma she the Kool-Aid on my bitch

Buddy & 03 Greedo:
Collard greens, black-eyed peas (Soul)
Hot sauce on my chitterlings
Neck bones, pig feet (Food)
Mac and cheese, chicken wings (Yeah)
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
Hot sauce on my chitterlings (Soul)
Soul food
Neck bones, pig feet
Mac and cheese, chicken wings
Soul food, yeah, yeah