| Chick King, the best thigh and the breast
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| Everybody wants a piece on the ends
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| I paid for it, I won’t even pretend
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| Thought our shit was sorted till she got grease on my bed
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| And I went quiet on her
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| Yeah, hit the silence on her
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| She was weighting me down, I had to diet on her
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| She fucks with me cuh I’m getting chips
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| And I’ll always have a wingman if she got relatives
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| No, baby, I’ll let you know, baby
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| You’re gonna kill me if I see you every day
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| Let me go, baby, uh, just let me go, baby
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| You know it’s been a generation game
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| From my old lady, yeah, and her old lady
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| You’re gonna feel me if I see you every day
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| In my postcode, and I won’t say no, so
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| Why you acting like you don’t know?
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| I love you like cooked food
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| Oh girl, I love you like cooked food
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| Even though I don’t cook food
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| You know I love you like cooked food
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| You should never dress like you’re under-priced
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| Cause they ain’t seeing where you’re coming from in life
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| Standing on the market, everybody wants a slice
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| Think your mother dropped the egg for them to cut you with the knife?
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| It’s a cutthroat business, I trust no women
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| I give the world my heart and hope the love grows in 'em
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| And one day we’ll have our own son or chicken
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| They’re both born gold and they cluck no different
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| No way, I love it when you dress saucy
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| And the way you make it dip when you’re naughty
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| Are you really gonna keep me fit till I’m fourty?
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| In casinos, tryna get chips to divorce me
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| All jokes aside, I’ll get some fries with you
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| And I don’t have a side chick because I side with you
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| Yeah, the weather’s hot, I guess I’ll fry with you
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| I’m tryna bubble like Coke and supersize the view
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| I love you like cooked food
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| Oh girl, I love you like cooked food
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| Even though I don’t cook food
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| You know I love you like cooked food
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| Remember when I was hungry doing stick-ups on the ends?
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| You’re the only one that kept me fed
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| I got my Ps up so I had to let 'em spread
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| Now everywhere I go, I’m dropping bread on chicken heads
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| I’m happy that I now see you all over the ends
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| 'Cause I can see the power in them legs
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| Think I can get some salad with them breasts?
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| If you can still fly, I’ll stay with you till the end
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| I love you like cooked food
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| Oh girl, I love you like cooked food
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| Even though I don’t cook food
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| You know I love you like cooked food |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cooked Food, artist - Wretch 32. Album song Growing Over Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп