Well Fed
Lyrics
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I need a tank full
I need a bank full
I need a plate full
Put food on my table
I turned the tables
For that I'm so gartefull
For life I'm so thankful
Niggas they fake they be switching up
Me & you we don't see eye to eye
He ain't me, I ain't that other guy
You can reach me on a satellite
I don't wanna answer my phone
Hit me a blunt & I'm gone
He want a zip of the strong
He say why you taking so long
I will put one in yo head
Have you sleeping with the dead
I be counting the deads
My shit is fresh off the press
That bitch she liking my tone
She put her jack in my phone
Later I'm taking her home
She like when we kick it alone
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Hahahaha
See, these niggas got a problem with
With being original
Haha
I don't have that problem
You see me
I know how to switch it up
Fuck what a nigga say
& fuck how you feel
Hahaha
Niggas they fake they be switching up
Me I just keep it traditional
Me I just keep it habitual
Turn fake boy you know what that skrilla do
Niggas they snakes serpents
Bitches they leaches they lurking
You know I'm constantly working
My bitch she trying to be perfect
Give her the world she deserve it
Every penny yeah I earned it
Gotta pay me for my service
Got a blunt full of sherbet
Got a blunt full of sherbet
Boy you baby, Boy you Gerber
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
I need a tank full
I need a bank full
I need a plate full
Put food on my table
I turned the tables
For that I'm so gartefull
For life I'm so thankful
Niggas they fake they be switching up
Me & you we don't see eye to eye
He ain't me, I ain't that other guy
You can reach me on a satellite
I don't wanna answer my phone
Hit me a blunt & I'm gone
He want a zip of the strong
He say why you taking so long
I will put one in yo head
Have you sleeping with the dead
I be counting the deads
My shit is fresh off the press
That bitch she liking my tone
She put her jack in my phone
Later I'm taking her home
She like when we kick it alone
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Hahahaha
See, these niggas got a problem with
With being original
Haha
I don't have that problem
You see me
I know how to switch it up
Fuck what a nigga say
& fuck how you feel
Hahaha
Niggas they fake they be switching up
Me I just keep it traditional
Me I just keep it habitual
Turn fake boy you know what that skrilla do
Niggas they snakes serpents
Bitches they leaches they lurking
You know I'm constantly working
My bitch she trying to be perfect
Give her the world she deserve it
Every penny yeah I earned it
Gotta pay me for my service
Got a blunt full of sherbet
Got a blunt full of sherbet
Boy you baby, Boy you Gerber
Writer(s): Ray'Quan Harding
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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