Hors d'oeuvre
Shabby
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Shit man turn this shit up It's Soul Food Cafe 186 we still here Some good old soulful shit You know what I'm saying Yeah Toast it It's about the cash back never about what it costed Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it Soul food cafe I learned it all Candle from both ends I burned it off I had to stay focus bring the ruckus in the studio I studied Mos on both sides lost no time My stuff is filled with dope lines still my tummy growl Piss smell in the corridor I carry more problems On the parisians walkways like I'm Garry Moore Going up like a rocket hit like cannon ball Many rats in the bucket I'm turning cannibal Toast a sucka over 20 bucks who's gonna give a f*ck Sippin the liquor up never needed em to believe in us They tied his hands with duckt tape Gasoline and they lit it up We had to make it work even though they never gave a luck They just skimmed through the music that took me two years Win take a few loss it's never too late We sweating all day to make the two ends meet I need a foreign whip a trip and a big piece of that Kobe meat Light one sip it while the coffee warm Still dreaming ´bout a comfy home Kids running ´round but still no money hoe Tears runnin down my face they let the coffin down You know where we coming from 186 this street shit still Corleone Toast it It's about the cash back never about what it costed Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it And all these bitches they be afraid to catch a lawsuit Come on no shit Motherfucker we say toast it It's about the cash back never about what it costed Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it Soul food cafe F*ck running after time I can buy myself a Cartier But I'll be fine once I outsold Kendrick and Kanye I put my feet up on the table Play it smart and patient so when the cards fold I'll be where the money at Beef ribs and cognac Em bitches sucking dicks to get some streams out of their phonny tracks I don't f*ck with that I'm buying pieces these freaks be stealing in the laudromats They never shot but rap like they be carying a dozen macs I'm still here still the good kid from a mad city Pussys talking tough and then explain I skip their parts like a scratched CD I'm CP3 leaking shots In my lyrics emcees tippy toes when they see me Told myself you have to make it You just have few years Like I ain't knew yet But I ain't new here Wipe up the game with my mouillette on a mission for god Four fried chicken and a coke ain't got me full yet Toast it It's about the cash back never about what it costed Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it And all these bitches they be afraid to catch a lawsuit Come on no shit Motherfucker we say toast it It's about the cash back never about what it costed Heard this fucker talking trife life the fella lost it Soul food cafe Thank you for calling the soul food cafe restaurant here the meals are all about feelings nothing but feelings If you have any concerns about the dishes please find the complete menu on our website We wish you a pleasant time and meal here At the Soul Food Cafe restaurant
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