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tobe nwigwe - catfish blackened w/ grits lyrics

[intro: tobe nwigwe]
ooh
yeah
well!

[verse 1: tobe nwigwe]
look, first off, for my daughters
i live by the motto “executor get executed”
i started goin’ harder since the one and only
misses carter put a stamp on the movement
home improvement how i move it too
’cause that’s how i was gooned on the southwest side of houston
baby mama got induced and gave birth to a chuku
six weeks later we bagged a gorson, uh
might just hit her with a back+to+back
and then i’ll back+to+back and then i’ll back+to+back
that’s at least six babies on my sack
if a free charter speak to me, she did cap
but tate and fat ain’t playin’, pistol sprayin’
it was gravitatin’ towards me
trust me, it ain’t nothin’ personal
we just out here movin’ like a g+unit, no fifty ‘nem
was broke, now the donuts like krispy kreme
don’t drink, but fat might sip a whiskey blend
from uncle [?], she send spirits
for all our ancestors that started the whiskey trend
and me, i’m the designated [?]
been out here droppin’ heat, but we is gon’ feast
gon’ be a beast until i see the beat, gon’ [?], grits
[chorus: tobe nwigwe]
this sound like catfish, blackened with (grits)
holla told me pull up on my baby mama
make her go back bend for (keep)
yeah, look at my black skin (it’s sweet)
all of my black friends (let’s eat)
all of our black trends (let’s eat)
this sound like catfish, blackened with (grits)
holla told me pull up on my baby mama
make her go back bend for (keep)
yeah, look at my black skin (it’s sweet)
all of my black friends (let’s eat)
all of our black trends (let’s eat)

[verse 2: ceelo green]
i need no introduction, you know who it wasn’t
my finger goes curly, i work at construction
for lunch had a strike at the po’ boy typed
had a d+ckens fall right on my dope boy night
i got sport with lil’ baby, let’s sit there and whip it
and hot out the grits, got the big piece of chicken
i’m movin’ then groovin’, peruvin’, yo, ‘scuse me
uh oh, houston, think we got a solution (woo)
i’m really just a family man
with a little pitch of [?]
gotta turn these and trustees, the kids got keys
aw h+ll, we’re family men
all over the atlas
the world do the walk, somersaults and backflips, huh
and if you ever wanna be [?]
just wanna leave my brothers, that’s some beef for catfish, uh
[chorus: tobe nwigwe]
this sound like catfish, blackened with (grits)
holla told me pull up on my baby mama
make her go back bend for (keep)
yeah, look at my black skin (it’s sweet)
all of my black friends (let’s eat)
all of our black trends (let’s eat)
this sound like catfish, blackened with (grits)
holla told me pull up on my baby mama
make her go back bend for (keep)
yeah, look at my black skin (it’s sweet)
all of my black friends (let’s eat)
all of our black trends (let’s eat)

- tobe nwigwe lyrics

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