Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F**k Food , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 06.06.2011
Song language: English
F**k Food |
| Yeah |
| Ah-ah-ah |
| Ah-ah-ah |
| Ah-ah-ah-ah |
| Yeah |
| Yeah-uh |
| (Can you see?) |
| Yeah-uh |
| (She's mine) |
| Uh-ah-oh-oh |
| (She's mine) |
| Mmm |
| Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue |
| But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on |
| The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun |
| And I’m numb like I’m inside 'em like white on a ripe bun |
| Like that one, baby stacked wit' a fat one |
| Action-pack wit' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she’s passed on |
| Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back |
| I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back |
| And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion |
| (I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies |
| They don’t give a damn that I’m manic |
| Even though I’m so shady |
| Baby girl, but don’t play me |
| I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby |
| You braised and so savory |
| Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me |
| I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out |
| That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s |
| Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez |
| I know what you sayin' |
| But you know I ain’t playin' |
| Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans |
| And oh-oh |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, |
| baby |
| Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the |
| baby |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip |
| Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script |
| Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip |
| Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship |
| Uh, 'cause I’m a nasty motherfucker |
| Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper |
| Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles |
| Heh, she call me daddy and she scream «Uncle» |
| Open up and spread, I’m pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads |
| I’m breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed |
| Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg |
| I’m killin' it soft, I’m makin' it red |
| I’m makin' her talk, I’m makin' her beg |
| I’m makin' her crawl, I’m makin' her run |
| I’m makin' it numb, I’m makin' it cum, I am |
| Young Weezy F. Baby |
| She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it |
| (Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it |
| I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it |
| Tunechi! |
| I know what you sayin' |
| But you know I ain’t playin' |
| Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans |
| And oh-oh |
| (Girls sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| Spin hat booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, |
| baby |
| Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the |
| baby |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh |
| When I get my mittens on this kitten |
| She’ll be bitten, then she missin' |
| 'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in |
| Canceled all of her ex-men |
| If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then |
| I’m gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then |
| Nibblin' on her neck and I’m makin' her wet wit' no question |
| Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism |
| Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don’t ask, just twist 'em |
| I don’t have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em |
| I’m they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em |
| And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us |
| And make 'em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers |
| Y’all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it |
| The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled |
| The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers |
| Anybody outside don’t get much news from me |
| 'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?) |
| This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee |
| But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay |
| I don’t know what you feel |
| I don’t know what you think |
| I don’t know what you see, my nigga |
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| I know what you sayin' |
| But you know I ain’t playin' |
| Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans |
| And oh-oh |
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, |
| baby |
| Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the |
| baby |
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me) |
| Now you see what I see |
| The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine, mine |
| Now you see what I see (can you see?) |
| The lady’s mine, mine, (she's mine), mine, mine, (she's mine), mine |