| Could I get two of those
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| Oh shit my bad
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| I love you like a fat kid love cake
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| I met this bitch named Little Debbie
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| As soon as we hung out
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| It took about a week or less and I was all strung out
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| In the beginning I was stressing till the stress and all the pressure
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| From my high blood pressure had me sitting on a stretcher
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| I ignored every lecture from my doctor Dr. Pepper
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| Wrote a letter said she’d kill me if I let her just forget it
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| Better day made me meditate chill and get your head straight
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| Overweight fatter than fuck
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| It’s dead weight
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| Fucking fat kids
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| As long as the food warm I’ll be eating it like it’s pussy
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| And calling it food porn
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| I don’t fuck with Wheaties
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| I only fuck with Reese’s
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| Now I’m fucked fucking with the dough
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| Diabetes
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| It’s like crack
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| Snacks are like smack
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| My arteries are hardening
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| And starting a heart attack
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| You are what you eat
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| High fructose sweet drinks
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| Soda by the two liter
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| Five times a week
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| With french fries in my face
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| Till my waistline breaks it’s like
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| I love you like a fat kid love cake
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| I’ll eat a steak lick the plate and wash it down with a shake with y’all
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| For every cookie that you bake I do whatever it takes I’m saying
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| For God’s sake someone please show me how to escape it’s like
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| Excuse me can you move over a bit
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| So I can have a seat
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| You’re occupying two spaces
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| You’re fucking obese
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| You got a whole meal stuck in one of your teeth
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| You walk less than a block of the street and start to breathe hard
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| You live at the buffet even got a VIP card
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| We in the restaurant patiently waiting
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| While you sitting at the next table hungrily salivating
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| Cranky like a crack addict fiending for food
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| It’s funny how that fructose can change a n*gga mood
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| If it seems I’m being rude
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| I was that dude
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| That I’m describing in the song with a lust for food
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| When I stopped eating meat
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| Y’all said that was whack
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| But I never judged when you was popping Pop-Tarts like crack
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| And if you’re black you know there’s certain things that’s hereditary
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| And what you eat can send that ass to the cemetery
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| Reality check
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| We living in the fattest nation
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| With french fries in my face
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| Till my waistline breaks it’s like
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| I love you like a fat kid love cake
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| I’ll eat a steak lick the plate and wash it down with a shake with y’all
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| For every cookie that you bake I do whatever it takes I’m saying
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| For God’s sake someone please show me how to escape
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| I used to say I was dying
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| I was taking my time
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| I was busy eating piece of pizza beef and gravy and fries
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| The vacant was mine at the drive thru
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| First place in the line
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| I changed my mind
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| I don’t need no bakerers crying
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| I mean I’m eating a feast could even be brown meat
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| Liquor fucking up my liver
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| Cuz the scene was rowdy
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| Which in return only turned into more calories
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| Someone’s cooking pounds of burgers on their balcony
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| I don’t order one of everything whenever I go out to eat
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| Blow my loot on grocery shopping like I got two mouths to feed
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| Until that day came it started catching up to me
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| No more drinking pop super sizing living luxury
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| I got the diabetes from the snacks in my gut
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| I shed it off and then it was dope cuz I can actually fuck
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| What I’m saying is relax when you’re looking at that menu
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| Or else you’ll have to take a shit pushing through a test tube
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| Gross
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| This shit is gross
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| That’s why I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| With french fries in my face
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| Till my waistline breaks it’s like
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| I love you like a fat kid love cake
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| I’ll eat a steak lick the plate and wash it down with a shake with y’all
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| For every cookie that you bake I do whatever it takes I’m saying
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| I love you like a fat kid loves cake
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| For God’s sake someone please show me how to escape it’s like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fat Kids , by - Blacastan. Song from the album The Black Lodge, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп