FOOD 4 THOT

Verse 1 intro:

Pull up with yo bitch
I might ascend up on em
Lemme fuck yo mind
Wordplay never restin' on em
Copped it in the spring
We goin' fall like right by autumn
See the rules breakin'
Like my magnum on a condom

Verse 1:

She be down for the fruit
Never let a nigga get a clue
Get a use, fuck around with the crew
But that's my boo thang
Tellin' me I'm trippin' lookin' down on my shoe strangs
Fuckin' with some mood swangs
Tellin' me you hungry
But baby all I got is green
But it ain't no money
Sorry honey
Sayin' stop playin' boy
For you end up with no motherfuckin' bunny

Hook:

Lemme take my bitch out for some breakfast
(what u doin?)
Lemme take my bitch out for some lunch
(what u doin?)
Lemme take my bitch out for some dinner
(what u doin?)
Chicken chicken dinner
Imma fucking win her

Verse 2 intro:

Pull up with a thot
Now I'm tryna think
Wetness all around me
Trynna snatch up on my drink
Got the munchies, girl
Sit her on the bathroom sink
Smoke foggin' through
Cuban neck without a link

Verse 2:

She be down for the goose
Never seen her not loose
Tell me baby put this shit to good use
I don't wanna talk, just peep my catalog
Keep up with my dialogue
I know that shit will have you lost
With a couple shots in you
Fuckin' with me at the venue
Whisper on my ear, what's on the menu
Me love you long time
Just know when I'm coming
I'm cumming to the rescue

Hook:

Lemme take my bitch out for some breakfast
(what u doin?)
Lemme take my bitch out for some lunch
(what u doin?)
Lemme take my bitch out for some dinner
(what u doin?)
Chicken chicken dinner
Imma fucking win her