Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Dish, artist - Lizzo. Album song LIZZOBANGERS, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMI
Song language: English
Hot Dish |
I got a lot on my chest, so here’s my breast reduction |
I hear the sounds of gums bumping, they ain’t saying nothing |
I’m sick and tired of being typecast like Lindsay Lohan |
When I’m gonna probably outlast most of these niggas flowing |
A cover girl with the mouth of a tommy gun |
Blow trees and I will blow you away when I’m on the stage |
I guess that’s why I got them shivering they’re very afraid |
I guess that’s why my checks thin cause dem hate |
They steady instigatin' on what they hate on |
I’m the rainbow bridge like a pack of 50 crayons |
Cause I ain’t got no beef with no body |
But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby |
I ain’t your hook girl, boo, I’m your feature |
And I don’t need your attention because of my features |
I swear to God I feel like a piece of meat every time I’m walking home or even |
a block from lake street |
Man, give me room the only rapper with a womb that will spit that 16 bars to |
send you rappers to the tomb |
Me and my crew we ain’t playin' around |
Cause ever since we landed we just been the talk of the town |
While I talk I remember those who paid the price |
I lost my pops man I wish he was alive |
I can’t let go of the past, he never heard me rap |
So I carry his spirit on my back in Minneap |
Lizzo in this thing so great, to complement my shape |
Nicknamed hot dish complements of the state |
I see you hungry niggas |
Here you go, some steak |
I guess you are what you eat |
I guess you’re Lizzo taint |
Apologies to my mother she thinks that I’m a saint |
Apologies to the rappers I dusted out the gate |
Yo, I see you munching on my plate |
Rip to any beat I meet, see ya |
All these hoes wanna suck my (gasp) |
But I don’t got a (gasp) so I tell them «deal with it» |
All these niggas wanna ride my (gasp) but I don’t got a (gasp) So I tell them «deal with it» |
I peter piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice |
Paprika, eureka, I see ya pow! |
pow! |
My mouth is a gun and the bullets that kaow! |
kaow! |
Are ammo of the knowledge that you don’t know |
But know now |
Sick and tired of these hypocrites |
I generations to back me up |
Mama Kirkwood and Daddy Jefferson had to deal with it so I’m done |
They raped and murdered my ancestors |
Hung my great uncle from a tree |
So when I look at that maple branch I look in the mirror and say «could be me» |
All of these niggas don’t know where I’m from |
All of these hoes they just wanna have fun |
Acting like junkies |
Looking like bums |
Lower than scum |
What’s lower scum |
What’s lower than dumb? |
The ignorance displayed by his insolence |
He sprayed all the businesses |
And laid someone’s significant other and mother and brother in the streets |
Who said that was OK? |
Who said that was cool? |
I said it was cool |
So what’s all the blues, bitch |
Take a dip the city’s swimming in blood pools |