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Tech N9ne - F**k Food (Feat. Lil Wayne, T-Pain, & Krizz Kaliko) | OFFICIAL AUDIO
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Krizz Kaliko
Krizz Kaliko
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
T-Pain
T-Pain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Cybulsky
Ben Cybulsky
Mixing Engineer
Elizabeth Gallardo
Elizabeth Gallardo
Assistant Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Michael "Seven" Summers
Michael "Seven" Summers
Producer

Letras

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
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Aaron Dontez Yates, Faheem Najm, Michael Summers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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