Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feed Me , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 04.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feed Me |
| 200 pounds I grew that shit, You knew that shit, I do it that shit |
| Pulled up with a hundred pounds, bails and bricks, filthy rich |
| All I know is grind time, nickle dime, slime time |
| I Intercept like Prime Time |
| My mind gone like nine times |
| Call it engineering, Gucci might steal it |
| A new European, everybody peekin |
| Is robbing season, goons out searching |
| Lurking, surfing, call it reimbursement |
| Southside on the beat, Gucci on the street |
| Let me take a listen… why not drive a |
| Wow, pow, bricks right now |
| Slip and slide I’m glidin by |
| But I’m so high I just might die |
| Flocka told me go in! Roco told me go in! |
| PJ told me no end, my hand, I will throw in! |
| Gamble with the joker and end up in a shoot out |
| Wooh he on the lookout, Juice Man throwin cookouts |
| I’m in the strip club, the girls looking like zombies on the pole |
| They’re screaming feed me, feed me, feed me! |
| And when the club we monsters making scary movies girls be |
| Screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming! In the strip club shorty throwing |
| up the racks |
| Gucci come my back, fifty stacks in the back |
| Mean mugging? Shorty I ain’t worried bout that |
| Brick Squad Monopoly: we a wolf pack |
| Rolling in my zone, baby make the bootie clap! |
| Slapped her on the bootie like I’m trying to hit that |
| How much it cost cause I charge your stack? |
| Bottles in the air, hell yeah, I’m stoned! |
| Leaning left to right, double cup styrofoam |
| I’m full of racks, just stacks on stacks |
| Never been a only shop at Sax |
| Drinking Remy by the fifth |
| They say Waka Flocka got a gift |
| Six speeds, I just shift |
| Every blunt I lift |
| I’m higher than a motherfucker, think I might fall |
| Bad bitches always calling me |
| LeBron fucking James I ball, my G |
| Shut the fuck up bitch, clap that ass |
| White fans screaming «Waka Flocka, you rad» |
| Always catch me with a fucking red rag |
| I got em like ah… |
| Love this nigga, two hoes slobbering on the pole |
| Screaming out loud I love this nigga! |
| seen the same girls that work in Perfections |
| They say they came straight from Magic City |
| So I know don’t gotta teach ‘em no lesson! |
| Girls my songs on |
| Put down those pom poms |
| Oriental, I think she’s from Hong Kong |
| In the club full of ho zombies |
| Screaming out feed me |
| But I just got this stacks girl, it ain’t gonna be that easy! |
| Four girls leaving, they coming |
| All girls fucking they coming |
| Just like Gucci said I left a hundred dollars on the dresser |
| Just to show the bitch it ain’t nothin' |
| If you think you coming home with me, you’re fucking |
| You got much potential, I turn you into something |
| Get in my V, my music we bumpin' |
| You steady talking but I ain’t hear nothin' |