Lyrics 4 Wings and Fries - Chase Sudlah

Who wan come test the kid
Having you in my life the best thing I did
These haters fans of Betty Boop they way they bat their eyelids
Saltier than peanuts roasted in soy sauce i kid
You not they want what we got now that′s that envy
No DJ scratch em out like a cut record with replay
I'm feeling like you the one I can vent to bout my day
And the one who gets nude fresh out the shower I′m like mayday
I'm goin down downtown SWV flows
Got you coming Home like Drake with Ross Lord Knows
Looking at my Invicta Time for your rose
To get dethorned rewatered and reborn
Our nights like pornographic soliloquies with no camera
Damn the way you toot that ass up I got the hammer
But as I digress we do it with finesse
But this ain't Bruno Mars and Cardi B ya guy is blessed

I′m one call away baby
No lies
You my go to girl
Like 4 wings and Fries
Season salt for the haters
Please fix your eyes
You my go to girl
Like 4 wings and Fries

Louis V bags duffel bags of them knots
We far from ever sleeping on a cot
Mission is to buy up blocks of brick blocks and more blocks
Whipping up this business like Wrist and hot pot
We are the Michelle and President Barack
We are a symbol of black excellence
We live life Bold like it is our only font
And it never gets old hotels stays and restaurants
That are gourmet we live a gourmet lifestyle can′t be mad
And yes we grinded through the dark waves of tears sad
Just to land on pure gold because we want it bad
You my go to for advice and cheeky pecks
Dreams of life in the hills golf course events
Imagine that
We a couple that write checks and cash checks
To do life with you is to say I did it with the best

I'm one call away baby
No lies
You my go to girl
Like 4 wings and Fries
Season salt for the haters
Please fix your eyes
You my go to girl
Like 4 wings and Fries