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Food Video (MV)




Performed By: Dat Boy B
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Brandon Joseph




Dat Boy B - Food Lyrics




Jesus piece on me
She wanna get closer to god
Come thru flexing in my hood I'm like cool just don't get robbed
My lawyer give suggestions
Decisions is mine to decide
You keep your gun up in the trunk
I keep mine on my side
Look how I move it's not a surprise
Really bout it boy this not a disguise
Been crossing my t's n dottin my i's
Whip a transformer I got in my prime
I got in my bag
Wish shyt was different but I still thank god ima dad
Where to bury the money's the kinda problems ima have
Right next you rappers careers
Made 401k in a half of a year
Other half I spent back in the field
I'm glad you can tell
I ain't have to show you forreal
On the deal boy know it's a mil
If I call up my dawg yea he know it's a mil
If I call up my dawg yea he know it's a meal, yea
I just caught a play
Big colluseam
All the dawgs at the table know I gotta feed em
Og in the pen he'd be proud to see it
Never took a class got all the kids in college feening

Yea yea yea
Come here b
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea ayy

Chain lookin like water
Servin the street place a order
Bro said hit him with a quarter
Might spent the winter down Florida
Got a few ways to get it cross the border
Bring it to the bando windows all board up
Might count a half a milli outta Bordem
Addicted to foreigners
Hope all my exes deported
Petty I know that already
I Whip Amgs like a Chevy
Whenever you see me I'm heavy
I'm trini we keep a machete
I keep my bitch in perellis
Did it my way so ain't shyt they can tell me
Don't speak on the name
Might as well be Uber eats on the way
You niggas food
When the dogs catch ya
Oh, he got dogs too
Well, this AR is a dog catcher
Ay, that's on mommas

Daddy are you done your song
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Jesus piece on me
She wanna get closer to god
Come thru flexing in my hood I'm like cool just don't get robbed
My lawyer give suggestions
Decisions is mine to decide
You keep your gun up in the trunk
I keep mine on my side
Look how I move it's not a surprise
Really bout it boy this not a disguise
Been crossing my t's n dottin my i's
Whip a transformer I got in my prime
I got in my bag
Wish shyt was different but I still thank god ima dad
Where to bury the money's the kinda problems ima have
Right next you rappers careers
Made 401k in a half of a year
Other half I spent back in the field
I'm glad you can tell
I ain't have to show you forreal
On the deal boy know it's a mil
If I call up my dawg yea he know it's a mil
If I call up my dawg yea he know it's a meal, yea
I just caught a play
Big colluseam
All the dawgs at the table know I gotta feed em
Og in the pen he'd be proud to see it
Never took a class got all the kids in college feening

Yea yea yea
Come here b
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea ayy

Chain lookin like water
Servin the street place a order
Bro said hit him with a quarter
Might spent the winter down Florida
Got a few ways to get it cross the border
Bring it to the bando windows all board up
Might count a half a milli outta Bordem
Addicted to foreigners
Hope all my exes deported
Petty I know that already
I Whip Amgs like a Chevy
Whenever you see me I'm heavy
I'm trini we keep a machete
I keep my bitch in perellis
Did it my way so ain't shyt they can tell me
Don't speak on the name
Might as well be Uber eats on the way
You niggas food
When the dogs catch ya
Oh, he got dogs too
Well, this AR is a dog catcher
Ay, that's on mommas

Daddy are you done your song
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Writer: Brandon Joseph
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