Soul Food

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Que] I got birds in the box like J.I. Crickets You wanna come and get it, got a four load ticket Got weed, got beans to go on the side Even got syrup to pour on your biscuits My grandma always trippin on me Cause I used the pots, and I ain't washed the dishes I feed the J's like hollidays, they say a nigga dope taste so expensive Said I love my plug, cause he show me love, and he always keep a young nigga fed Got the breast, got the wing, got the thigh, got 'em all, can even come cop you a leg I wake up in thе morning, then I hit it with the fork, make 'еm breakfast for the day, no egg I keep the toast [on ?] while I'm serving butter, cause I keep me a lotta bread [Chorus: Mike Fresh] Damn good chicken, damn good greens Damn good corn bread, damn good beans Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood Compliments to the chef, that was damn good Damn good chicken, damn good greens Damn good corn bread, damn good beans Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood Compliments to the plug, that was damn good [Verse 2: Que] My IPhone, I keep playing My pap phone a Motorola That kush pack give you cotton mouth, but you can wash it down with that cola I remix it with the baking soda Damn, you ain't even know it But the dish I cooked was so ham, you still came back for left overs My uncle cooking them tators, while I'm fucking round with that drank Just meet me at my grandma house, I fix your ass a plate I got a [?] to take food stamps, I got a senior citizen's discount Me and Fresco got the best dope, just meet me over at his house [Chorus: Mike Fresh] Damn good chicken, damn good greens Damn good corn bread, damn good beans Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood Compliments to the chef, that was damn good Damn good chicken, damn good greens Damn good corn bread, damn good beans Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood Compliments to the plug, that was damn good [Verse 3: Quavo] Quavo! Cooking up cookies, you niggas is pussy A fed in the game, you niggas is rookies You walk in my hood with the hundred band jug My young niggas on you, I know that they took it Young quavo got them cakes and the pies Young Quavo got burgers and fries Come place your order, it's over the boarder I'm selling the P with no eyes My trap be trampoline jumping Got corn bread in the oven If you want the whole thing, got a good collard greens Gotta purchase one muffin See Pedro he my cousin But he don't really need me nothing Feds hit the spot, put the work in the attic 12 ain't even see nothing [Chorus: Mike Fresh] Damn good chicken, damn good greens Damn good corn bread, damn good beans Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood Compliments to the chef, that was damn good Damn good chicken, damn good greens Damn good corn bread, damn good beans Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood Compliments to the plug, that was damn good