yesterday's lunch
Singer:red cafe
you boot up on my leftovers
i'm just a nigga in versace
all that niggas won is a menage in a ferrari
me trigger and? got the party jumping
and i'm dispear like them donkey
my name is gucci o'pollo shop
they had to clear a wrist
my dog just caught a case trappin'
luckily i stayed speck in law
i should have a dealer play
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
i'm getting sick tired from pick toe
sing it to my bitches like i'm drizzy drake
you should blow the candle
i might just hit the cake
don't you get out of credit
tell them that i'm fresh than your ex nigga
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you can see the cake no calvin klein
fuck right were you ate that
that's pimp shit - we don't play that
halo your bitch is the only way you gon' fuck
i'd come back and swapping these hoes
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers
you boot up on my leftovers