Tech N9ne - F**K Food Songtexte

Songtexte F**K Food - Tech N9ne




Yeah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Yeah
Yeah-uh
(Can you see?)
Yeah-uh
(She's mine)
Uh-ah-oh-oh
(She's mine)
Mmm
Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on
The night's young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I'm numb like I'm inside 'em like white on a ripe bun
Like that one, baby stacked wit' a fat one
Action-pack wit' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she's passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I'm Vlad and I'm back
I'll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
(I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
They don't give a damn that I'm manic
Even though I'm so shady
Baby girl, but don't play me
I ain't tryna have no babies, but baby
You braised and so savory
Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out
That's 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she's
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez
I know what you sayin'
But you know I ain't playin'
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherfucker
Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream "Uncle"
Open up and spread, I'm pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads
I'm breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed
Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg
I'm killin' it soft, I'm makin' it red
I'm makin' her talk, I'm makin' her beg
I'm makin' her crawl, I'm makin' her run
I'm makin' it numb, I'm makin' it cum, I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don't waste it
I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
Tunechi!
I know what you sayin'
But you know I ain't playin'
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin hat booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
When I get my mittens on this kitten
She'll be bitten, then she missin'
'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex-men
If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
I'm gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then
Nibblin' on her neck and I'm makin' her wet wit' no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don't ask, just twist 'em
I don't have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em
I'm they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em
And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us
And make 'em do all of us, and we don't be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers
Y'all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The bitch'll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
Anybody outside don't get much news from me
'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?)
This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay
I don't know what you feel
I don't know what you think
I don't know what you see, my nigga
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
I know what you sayin'
But you know I ain't playin'
Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
(Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
Now you see what I see
The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
Now you see what I see (can you see?)
The lady's mine, mine, (she's mine), mine, mine, (she's mine), mine



Autor(en): tech n9ne


Tech N9ne - All 6's and 7's
Album All 6's and 7's
Veröffentlichungsdatum
07-06-2011

1 Worldwide Choppers
2 Worldwide Choppers
3 We Miss You Man Man (Skit)
4 If I Could
5 If I Could
6 Love Me Tomorrow
7 Mama Nem
8 Promiseland
9 Face Paint
10 Eenie Meanie Miny Ho
11 Give It Up
12 This Is Hip-Hop
13 Rock & Roll Nigga
14 Ya Killin Me
15 So Lonely
16 Delusional
17 Cult Leader
18 I Love Music
19 I Love Music
20 Strangeland
21 Call From Richie (Skit)
22 The Boogie Man
23 Cult Leader
24 Call From KC Poet Camile (skit)
25 Delusional
26 F**K Food
27 Overtime
28 Pornographic
29 Pornographic
30 Pornographic
31 Pornographic
32 You Owe Like Pookie
33 You Owe Like Pookie
34 The Boogieman
35 Military (Skit)
36 I Love Music (Kendrick Lamar & Oobergeek)
37 Promiseland
38 Worldwide Choppers
39 Worldwide Choppers (feat. Ceza, JL B.Hood, Uso, Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes, D-Loc and Twisted Insane)
40 Worldwide Choppers
41 Worldwide Choppers
42 He's A Mental Giant
43 Am I a Psycho
44 Am I A Psycho
45 Am I a Psycho
46 Am I a Psycho?
47 The Boogieman
48 If I Could
49 So Lonely
50 Promiseland
51 You Owe Like Pookie




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