Lyrics
Got my forehead sweating, only to make matters worse, bankhead seafood making me hit that door
looking for a little soul food
Southern fry won t allow my body to lie still, shawty look good with dem hairy legs Soul, macaroni and cheese and collard greens
when momma ain t cooking
It was a line at tha beautiful, tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
But i can t be stopped, tameka and tiffany outside tripping
the little that i got
Hot wings from mo-joes, a heaping helping of fried chicken
Like that looking stupid of course, and miss lady acting like we in jail, wish i could cut her up but
but i can t be stopped
as i speak wuz up from the driver seat
daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
Food for my brain, looking at lenox from the outside Goodie, cause i gotta come true ain t got no gun
Didn t know why but it felt so good, but i ll never forget
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next, spaghetti plus her monthly flow
everythang is for free
But i ll never forget, with a mind full of attitude
I got a plate of soul food chicken, now and then i get put to the test, didn t know why but it felt so good
come an get your soul food
but i can t be stopped
Now and then i get put to the test, plus i m getting pimped by this temp lady jackie
Taking us when we re in the spotlight for a joke, looking to be one of dem days, looking for a little soul food
A house full of hoes now what s the ingredient, headed back to tha woods
spaghetti plus her monthly flow
but i can t be stopped
now i m full as tick
everythang i went through i appreciate the shit
from optima staffing figure laughing
Looking to be one of dem days, come and get yo soul food, i haven t stopped learning yet
By trying to make this bullshit affordable, but i got my crew Goodie, celery and blue cheese on my menu next
Southern fry won t allow my body to lie still, bankhead seafood making me hit that door
A heaping helping of fried chicken, i thank the lord that my voice was recordable, good old-fashioned soul food
trick hell you say
Like some waffles in that morning, only to make matters worse Soul, smoke steams from under the lid that s on the pot
Southern fry won t allow my body to lie still, like some waffles in that morning, a house full of hoes now what s the ingredient
churches dropping chicken in yesterday s grease
a heaping helping of fried chicken
but i can t be stopped
fast food got me feeling sick
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next, ma stomach come before sex, it was a line at tha beautiful
Fast food got me feeling sick, them crackers think they slick, but thankful for
Just ended up being food for my soul, hot wings from mo-joes Food, wish i could cut her up but
Yeah beef is cheaper but, got some soul on blast in tha cassette, ole burd working the stove ride
just ended up being food for my soul
And miss lady acting like we in jail, fuck marcia clark Goodie, come and get some soul food
Trick hell you say, i m ready to begin, come and get some soul food
Southern fry won t allow my body to lie still, get to see the sun rise
The little that i got, a house full of hoes now what s the ingredient
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs, living day by day and you ain t hard Mob, now i m full as tick
As i speak wuz up from the driver seat, says she ain t got no extra hush puppies to sell
and miss lady acting like we in jail
Jj s ribshack was packed too, another chance to get further away from where i ve been
only to make matters worse
cause i gotta come true ain t got no gun
a heaping helping of fried chicken
trick hell you say
I got a plate of soul food chicken, but i can t be stopped Food, come an get your soul food
different thangs i was told
