soul food
Singer:03 greedo
told lil' momma she the butter on my rice
told lil' momma she the sugar on my wrist
told lil' momma she my candy-coated ice
told lil' momma she the kool-aid on my bitch
hot sauce on my chitterlings
hot sauce on my chitterlings
your conversation's dry as this cornbread
you can't even cook it out the kitchen
i'ma need a woman who more different
the one who put the pussy in a handstand
she ain't got no damn words
she don't even use the couch
there's no one to talk to
but when i'm home she use her mouth
but girl you do a good good cook
she was raised in the south
told lil' momma she the butter on my rice
told lil' momma she the sugar on my wrist
told lil' momma she my candy-coated ice
told lil' momma she the kool-aid on my bitch
hot sauce on my chitterlings
hot sauce on my chitterlings
hot sauce on my chitterlings