Lyrics

You ate something today Just some fruits Better than what I had What Chips and a juice That's why you so exhausted We don't have shit defrosted Take a pack of chicken out Run it under the faucet Then we gon' be eating all late Ehh I'm off it I'm about to order something, what you wanted Why I gotta decide every time Stoppit, I picked the last two times Boy you lying, I been picking Cause you pick the same places every time Man let's just get La Papa Loca Exactly we had it three times last week I'm lowkey thinking Thai Last time that shit was nasty The meat was all dry All that I'd rather get Popeye's That ain't the vibe, they be tripping forgetting all our sides Just pick something Nah you pick something At this point I'm like we ain't gon' get nothing I done looked at every menu, this my third time At this point it don't matter what we get Wait never mind I do know what I want, I lied Now you gotta wait a few minutes, my phone just died
Writer(s): Edward Ballet, Morgane Prejean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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