Текст песни Food (feat. Styles P) - Lloyd Banks , Styles P
Being
liked
was
never
in
my
list
of
plans
I
give
a
fuck
about
your
Instagram
I
give
a
fuck
about
your
Twitter
Don't
follow
me,
you
see
me
in
the
street,
nigga
I'm
a
giant,
noisy
footsteps
can't
sneak
with
ya
—
Been
runnin'
shit,
the
next
move
is
a
flea
flicker
Still
makin'
'em
sick
like
sweet
liquor
Book
full
of
"told
yous"
in
my
MVP
picture
90
percent
of
my
songs
gloomy,
I'm
bar
heavy
I
brought
them
bitches
out
a
dark
room
like
R.
Kelly
Gorilla
papers
keep
the
car
smelly
Thinkin'
I
won't
line
you
up,
dead
wrong
on
the
contrary
Diamonds
on
my
pimp
hand,
my
buckle
strapped,
Ferragam'
Scorin'
like
a
six
man,
quarter
pound
of
Marathon
Awaitin'
a
day
when
all
of
my
bad
habits
gone
Money,
power,
respect,
all
the
above
added
on
The
fuck
can
niggas
tell
me,
dog?
Nothin'
You
walk
around
frontin',
pro'ly
gon'
get
into
somethin'
Niggas'd
be
food,
never
dinner
function
Better
keep
your
cool
or
pretend,
or
somethin'
Me
and
Blue
again
(what
up?)
Blue
steel
in
the
foreign,
yeah,
I'm
a
CEO
but
move
like
a
hooligan
If
I'm
in
the
club,
then
the
owner
gon'
let
the
shooter
in
Stick
it
in
car
oil,
baby
oil
and
lubricant
Known
to
set
trip,
you
only
trip
when
you
Uberin'
Went
in
godspeed
for
the
time
that
I'm
maneuvering
Yeah,
I
matter
like
Black
lives
Baptized
in
the
black
five
on
nine-five
with
a
crack
pie
Lloyd,
we
think
of
Floyd
Mayweather
and
George
Blowin'
smoke
out
the
sunroof,
talk
to
the
lord
Thank
God
for
the
stash
box
in
the
Accord
(thank
God)
All
the
old
school
drug
dealers
rocking
velour
Arm,
leg,
a
leg,
a
arm,
head
and
take
these
That's
the
act,
I
sold
crack
just
to
bread,
me
And
I
stuck
niggas
too,
and
I
cut
niggas
too
They
be
like,
"Fuck
gooks,"
but
I
be
like,
"Fuck
niggas
too",
what?
The
fuck
can
niggas
tell
me,
dog?
Nothin'
You
walk
around
frontin',
pro'ly
gon'
get
into
somethin'
Niggas'd
be
food,
never
dinner
function
Better
keep
your
cool
or
pretend,
or
somethin'
Bet
they
hit
their
boyfriends
with
the
okey-doke
Prepare
for
the
hoedown,
this
ain't
her
first
rodeo
Watch
me
break
this
shit
down
like
polio
The
fuckin'
world
can
turn
on
a
nigga
long
as
the
homies
don't
From
South
Jamaica
to
San
Antonio
Seven
days,
I'm
targetin'
paper,
raining
colonial
Killin'
for
years,
my
ceremony's
due
I
feel
disrespected
when
niggas
tell
me
my
clone
is
you
If
I
should
jump
out
the
window,
it's
necessary
You
got
something
to
say
to
me,
tell
my
secretary
Request
a
order
for
June,
see
you
in
February
Thirty'll
get
you
a
V,
just
have
the
edit
ready
I
been
legendary,
this
is
my
second
tour
Fuck
the
company,
what's
a
building
to
a
wreckin'
ball?
Bunch
of
bitch-ass
niggas
that
need
a
epidural
Take
the
Cuban
links
off,
get
'em
a
neck
of
pearls
The
fuck
can
niggas
tell
me,
dog?
Nothin'
You
walk
around
frontin',
pro'ly
gon'
get
into
somethin'
Niggas'd
be
food,
never
dinner
function
Better
keep
your
cool
or
pretend,
or
somethin'
1 Propane
2 Sidewalks
3 Empathy
4 Early Exit (feat. Roc Marci)
5 Formaldehyde (feat. Benny the Butcher)
6 Death by Design
7 Food (feat. Styles P)
8 Crown
9 Falsified (feat. Ransom)
10 Break Me Down
11 Commitment
12 Pain Pressure Paranoia
13 Stranger Things
14 Drop 5
15 Panic (feat. Sy Ari Da Kid)
16 Smoke and Mirrors
17 Dishonorable Discharge (feat. Vado)
18 C O T I
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