Lyrics Good Food - Br3nya

Sometimes classy, sometimes ratchet
C. Biggz on the beat
Rah boy, DJ P Montana una

I got skill, mad sex appeal
He can tell by the feel that this ass is real
Bitch – I ain't a snack I'm a whole damn meal
When I step up in the place, bitch I'm bound to kill
What, what?... nice for bludclart what
I ain't giving niggas time like a bludclart watch
If a nigga by my side he a bludclart boss
If I used to be your wife that's a bludclart loss (What)

The bag is secured like your man has
And yes I been the bomb no Baghdad
Niggas steady asking 'Bro how you bag that?'
And if you're looking you can find me where the cash at
Cash at, get more head than a snapback
All they do is pree my ting like it's Snapchat
He weren't lying when he say that I'm a triple threat
Dark skin, slim waist and a fat back

Sometimes classy, sometimes ratchet
If I throw it back make sure you can catch it
I'm a whole flame and these bitches is matchsticks
If you had my password you still couldn't hack this
Don't watch me, you can't afford this shit
Only time I ring his line is when I'm bored and shit
Got him on his knees praising the lord for this
I don't want a piece a cake, I want all of this

I got skill, mad sex appeal
He can tell by the feel that this ass is real
Bitch – I ain't a snack I'm a whole damn meal
When I step up in the place, bitch I'm bound to kill
What, what... nice for bludclart what
I ain't giving niggas time like a bludclart watch
If a nigga by my side he a bludclart boss
If I used to be your wife that's a bludclart loss (What)

He say I'm bad, he prolly right
I got the juice, gimme the Sprite
No Maggi cube but I'll spice up your life
Know what to do and I know what you like
On my grind so don't come flex on me
I'm tryna pull up in the Porsche all sexily
And they can try but them can't get next to me
He want my child but that ain't my destiny yea
He's calling calling, what do you want from me?
Don't call me darling if you won't ride for me
Baby I can give you the green light, as long as your eyes on me
We can catch a vibe if it feels right, feels right
So come take a ride with me (Aye)

I got skill, mad sex appeal
He can tell by the feel that this ass is real
Bitch – I ain't a snack I'm a whole damn meal
When I step up in the place, bitch I'm bound to kill
What, what... nice for bludclart what
I ain't giving niggas time like a bludclart watch
If a nigga by my side he a bludclart boss
If I used to be your wife that's a bludclart loss (What)
(What, what, what)