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flames dot malik - food (remix) lyrics

[intro: flames dot malik]
uh, yeah
uh, yeah, yeah
yeah, n++++
haha, h (gotta see what that h is short for)
nah, get off me (nah, get off me)
yeah (yeah)
yeah, yeah (yeah)

[verse: flames dot malik]
they prayin’ on my downfall, but, i can’t stop (nah)
elevate (yeah), this that new growth like dreadlocks (ah)
contemplatin’ (why?), ’cause the dope good, but, the stamp hot (uh)
i got ’em scared of the big dog like sandlot (hahaha)
my b+tch thick like the joystick on a xbox (she is)
she cook, suck d+ck and’ll sleep in the wet spot (uh)
real pimp, put that on a baby out of wedlock
catch me with a prostitute, soliciting rest stops
don’t run up on dot, son’ll give you a chest shot
fresh like will smith, drunk like hanc+ck (smacked)
n+++++ play with me but i’m wrong cause they man shot
free gunna, but, the rest of you n+ggas tampons
scary ass rappers got em sleep with they lamps on
all they know the shooter had a all black champ on
you standing on your business, you dead wrong
this music is secondary
i just sold some food off a samsung
[chorus: flames dot malik & jim jones]
b+tch, eat
we ain’t cool (h+ll nah, n++++)
and i ain’t gotta rap ’cause i sell food (dog)
heard your album, sounded like fake news, n++++
n++++ funeral was a whole mood
yeah, yeah, b+tch, eat
we ain’t cool (not at all, b+tch)
how the f+ck you stuntin’ with fake jewels? (how you do that?)
i ain’t standin’ around, i’m makin’ moves (malik)
and i ain’t gotta rap ’cause i sell food
yeah, yeah, b+tch, eat (word up, capo)

[verse 2: jim jones]
the gang members with me, all throwin’ tre’s (trizzy)
screamin’ “free him ’til we see him,” they like the broadway
they lift your car up like you parked in the towaway (rah)
i’m on the shot, gettin’ drunk just like a stowaway (who want drinks?)
they broke inside the trap, them n+++++ stole a brick (f+ck it)
i had to charge it to the game just like controller sticks
and, man, these n+++++ say they gang and scared to hold a bl!ck (eastside)
and name a n++++ inside the game that got a colder wrist (i’m waitin’)
if they want me, they gotta come to where the hood is hot (12th street)
and don’t be stupid, if you do, then you as good as got
and don’t move stupid, if you do, then you as good as shot
i still smell all of that coke we used to put in pots (smell that?)
sift it, whip it, flip it like gymnastics (uh+huh)
they shootin’ 30 like curry, they ain’t trying to miss the basket (uh+huh)
i got demons in that demon, they’ll catch your ass in traffic (skrrt)
i got my whips brand new, you can whip me out the plastic (sucka)
[chorus: flames dot malik]
we ain’t cool (h+ll nah, n++++)
and i ain’t gotta rap ’cause i sell food (dog)
heard your album, sounded like fake news, n++++
n++++ funeral was a whole mood
yeah, yeah, b+tch, eat
we ain’t cool (not at all, b+tch)
how the f+ck you stuntin’ with fake jewels? (how you do that?)
i ain’t standin’ around, i’m makin’ moves (malik)
and i ain’t gotta rap ’cause i sell food
yeah, yeah, b+tch, eat

- flames dot malik lyrics

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