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Fried Chicken
作詞:Victor Axelrod, Thomas Brenneck, David Guy, Ian Fr Hendrickson Smith, Nasir Jones, Bosco Mann, Nicholas Movshon, Mark Ronson, Trevor Smith, Homer Steinweiss, Franklin Stribling, Neal Sugarman
Uh, Lord, Lord Jah What I'm gonna do? Uh, Lord, Lord Jah Shit is all true
Mmm, fried chicken, fly vixen Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen You a bird but you ain't a ki Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Drivin' in your bucket seats all the way from Kentucky to fuck with me Look what you've done to me, was number one to me After you shower, you and your gold medal flour Then you rub your hot oil for 'bout a half an hour
You in your hot tub, I'm lookin' at you salivatin' Dry you off, I got your paper towel waitin' Lay you down â€~cause you're red hot Louisiana style you make my head rot
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Then I flock to the bed then plop When we done I need rest Don't know what part of you I love best Your legs or your breast
Misses Fried Chicken You gon' be a nigga's death Created by southern black women To serve massa, guest
You gon' be a nigga's death Misses Fried Chicken You was my addiction Drippin' wet hot, coalesced
Like Greeks with their Souvla Or Italians with their tomato pasta Or Roti is to a Rasta, trappin' me You and your friend mac and cheese
[Incomprehensible]collard greens But you knockin' me to my knees It's killin' me when I miss, ah Nothin' I need more than a fish fry
Shit, it taste good, I can't lie, it's like you're walkin' out a tannin' saloon When I pull you out the oven from bakin' I got you on my mind Rubbin' that sun tan lotion all up over your body So amazin', how you sparkle when I glaze, you swine
Hey, my pretty hand hot, it's so feminine the way you submittin' And how you gave me power, to massagin' me to shower You with lemon water, marinate you and season And dippin' you in chowder
Baby, it's like you at the spa, the way you gently lay in the pan While you enjoyin' you butter milk treatment I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubblin' on your skin Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent
In any event I'm reflectin' on all the signs that I got Sayin' that I shouldn't fuck with you But the way you taste made it hard to resist When I put my mouth on you but that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach when I laid eyes on you Or was it infection manifestin'? Confused over the feelin' impatiently eatin' you [Incomprehensible]worm chewin' on the wall of my intestine
I'ma eat you til there's nothin' left, until my very last breath You gon' be a nigga death, despite I prepare it the best And specialize in cookin' swine as a chef You gon' be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine is mixed with rats, cats and dogs combined Yes, I'ma eat the shit to death, ain't that some shit? I'ma eat some shit until what I'm eatin' kills me And I choose to do that, why? 'Cause that's just what niggas do
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