Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bon Appétit , by - ScienzeRelease date: 10.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bon Appétit |
| Where I’m at with it fast |
| With it fast enough to craft with it |
| Crack with it, crack in it |
| Lights camera act with it |
| Action it packed like we stacked in the back of a shack |
| With it passionate black with it black with it |
| Blast from the pass whipping ass |
| I’m shaft with a caddy full of gas pouring |
| Vino in her glass with it |
| After it’s passed like the green that were ashed by a queen |
| In the back back seat up in the lac with it |
| Racks on racks with it, fuck that tracks with it |
| Real how I rap with it, mills when I rap with this |
| Serving like I’m certain every person getting fat with it |
| Until I master it, ‘til then I’m practicing |
| There you see me now |
| I’m going to give you some |
| I’m going to break you down |
| And show you where I’m really from |
| I never feel good go on and get you some |
| Goodgreef good morning go and get you some |
| Heat it up and party until the morning come |
| Live it up and party on it till the morning come |
| And if it feel good go on and get you some |
| Goodgreef good morning til the morning sun |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Food |
| Eh yo I’m back on my can goods |
| Black for his ham shit |
| Black at it hand go blam for his blam |
| God damn for his ran for the woods |
| How opposite, cinnamon toast crunch |
| Buming spotty addiopolist |
| King of mama droppolist |
| And they going to need binoculars |
| To see me how I stevey |
| Man you know I need keys |
| This cash for your face nah |
| Basing the form of some shit |
| You might have ate school lunch |
| Seventh grade pink slime no miller |
| Just the blue box craft macaroni |
| On your one and only |
| When she all and lonely |
| Now she on me like economy |
| Add to my confidence |
| Ironically I’m gonna pass her off |
| To my confidant mad not show long with it |
| Looking like knock it off |
| You don’t want no beef |
| Stroking off keep on jacking off |
| If I ever alarm chilly hot |
| Let me take this jacket off |
| 12 niggers ran to me |
| Single handedly smash them off |
| There you see me now |
| I’m going to give you some |
| I’m going to break you down |
| And show you where I’m really from |
| I never feel good go on and get you some |
| Goodgreef good morning go and get you some |
| Heat it up and party until the morning come |
| Live it up and party on it till the morning come |
| And if it feel good go on and get you some |
| Goodgreef good morning til the morning sun |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Breakdown in my shit |
| Break down in break down |
| In breakdown in my shit food |