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[Chorus]
BitcH you know I’m heating it up
You wanna keep it col, do like me
Double the cup
Recipe calling for Ws so im whippin em up 
In the kitchen with the soda nigga making a club


[Verse 1]
All I see, when I step into the ring, ah
A couple campesinos looking for a king, ah
I need a bigger meal I tell them niggas bring it
And when the bell ding, a nigga finna wing it 

Load my plate up high with you bastard rappers 
The product of brain rot pops and wet napkins 
Put a little critical thought into your passive 
Pasteurizing of the pathogenic masses

Y’all fast food bars so hard to digest
Spitting nonsense, straight from the mouth you a mess
No substance, serving up a salad undressed
Yo song getting two Yelp stars at best 

But the cure is here so release ya stress
With these redundant recipes I’m not impressed 
Professors here to put you to the taste test
To whom it concerns, when I address

[Verse 2]

Systematic dissolution of any soliloquy 
You feelin’ me?
You better be 
Cuz you won’t get ahead of me
My wake is where you steadily
Will sink into the nether b
She asking me to bed her 
And you know I do it readily
You niggas ain’t impediments 
Could never be
unheavenly
You’ll never see the death of me
Untethered from mortality 
I conquer my reality
I’m putting you on mute and feeding into my mentality
I’m eating everything 
Like a hungry hippo boutta be
Digest, spit it up 
Til pelipper is proud of me
Plenty people doubted me 
The loudest had been hounding
But the opposition muzzled 
So the world sound like a crowd to me
So follow me I’m leading to the promised
Off of all that I accomplished
Seven diamonds on my body
Got me going supersonic 
Then I shoot off like a rocket
I’m the shit and I’m a talk it
Never quit and never stopping
Til I’m cooking at the top and

[Verse 3]

What were making today
Is a southern fried hater
Tastes like chicken
Snake skin like gator
Start off with a roast
Wait for the mouth to froth
Served best on toast
With the head cut off

Then I add a lil sugar cuz 
they always bringing salt
And then I make a nigga shake
for some liquor issa malt
Everybody think they safe
til I open up the vault
When they see me on the plate
all they wanna do is balk
You could see me on tv
See me in the movies
Wanna know what hard is 
Better ask my groupies

You thinking shit smoothie
Then we mix you up
Like we sitting in the booth
No doc could fix you up

Came in as always got ahead of myself
Over eating at a buffet is bad for my health
Before I whoop ass full, I unfasten my belt
I know you waited for a minute and you haven’t been helped

Right this way, follow me I got a combo to sell
To put me on the scoreboard with a story to tell
If you ain’t converted yet, I guess that I wish you well
But when it comes time to it, know I’m serving you hell, 

I’m giving

[Chorus 2]

All u can eat x 12

BitcH you know I’m heating it up
You wanna keep it col, do like me
Double the cup
Recipe calling for Ws so im whippin em up 
In the kitchen with the soda nigga making a club

[Outro]
I’m getting bitches, everybody wanna treat me with love
I’m getting bitching everybody say I’m heating it up
Ice caps might melt but we still making the bucks
Who give a fuck about a future we could cover it up

You pussies talking bout a profit sound like fitting a glove
Fascism, gotta kill it, with a bullet to shove
Catch you at a red light and hit the seat n above 
You got a ticket to oblivion I rip it to stubs,

Blake Ingram, Grizzui - All You Can Eat

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Verse 1:

Aint no work tomorrow, running with the smash bros
rapping hotter than AZ, talking money, hash, hoes
break to roll another in the middle of the flows
And I ask em if they had to pick, which one they woulda chose
A bad shorty that’s thick thick, or something petite
Gee said “listen young buck, it don’t matter to me
“They like flats and drums; both of em I eat”
“Both of em I speed, it ain’t no limit on Gee”
So we pull up to the lounge, and it look like a buffet
Every shape every size, these women choosing today
I ask the bartender for two of the usual today
I turn around and hell, i done wound up losing Ray
I find him jocing two shorties in some lil birthday girl section 
Every girl in the area looking in that direction
He look me dead in the eyes, and then he send me a text 
It say “smiley face smiley face” I just say “use protection”
Gee is on the dance floor and he making a play
I start to move but a group of womens get up in my way
They asking what I’m wanting and them bodies start to sway
It must’ve been the liquor talking cuz I couldn’t help but say 


CHORUS:

I wanna three piece meal so I could split it
I’m calling both my woadies grab the forties know they with it
Breaking off these bodies like we making a religion
When it come to getting chicken or the women aint no difference
Taaa
We bout them flats and drums
Flats and drums 
Flats, and drums
Yeah, flats and drums
Call her my honey bun, body round like the sun 
I like them hot wings, baby come and put on my tongue

VERSE 3:

They call me Grizzle
Let me hit you wit a drizzle
Of that hot sauce, certified nigga I’m official
When you talking to my party, check your tone n’ keep it civil
For I put you in the chalk and teach ya girl how ta swiggle

I made her giggle now it’s off to the races
Upper echelon don have her doffin the laces (basics)
And once I get in
Like really get in?
Man I ain’t kidding
I walk up in the club and all the biddies get to bidding
It’s a few black berries looking ripe for the picking
When the body start that flood then I might just get to slipping
I don’t go light on the bud and I don’t stop sipping
So if you can’t take no love then tell your homegirl to switch in
Take a look in my eyes
I like the legs and the thighs,
And it don’t matter the size
Long as it come with the fries

Break Down:


BRIDGE over Break Down
all the pretty women put ya hands on ya knees
Don’t let nobody eat it if they don’t say please
Every time I get to cooking Imma break you off a piece
But you gotta turn me up, lemme see you hit that 4 hunnid degrees!

Verse 4:I

 Different speeds on my strokes, I got freestyle flows
Doing laps around the pussy til i can’t no more
And I  in it might as well drown in it
Then when I finish cut the speaker turn the beat down in it 

Paying, attention
Checking, your mentions
Shooting my shot
Intervention
I keep on grizzin
Bathroom, your bitch in
On floors. She dripping
In stalls, a wizard
I’m in these gizzards 
Driving stick, she sick of
Taking dick, prescription:
Flipping these chickens
I’m relentlessly efficient 
When I start you know she finish
keep my rhythms in the kitchen 
Bet you can’t even envision this

[CHORUS 2]
Three piece deals I been picking (suited)
Might just burn through ten or twenty servings in a sitting 
Caught so many bodies I should prolly be in prison
And  you Niggas can’t pretend I ain’t a menace when it’s kicking 
Get chi wit the flats and drums
Flats-flats and drums 
Flats, and drums
Flats-flats and drums,
Slim, and fun, might have my son
If the booty still juicy come and put it on my tongue!


VERSE 5

I mean really! Can you blame me??
I been eating good since the day they fuckin named me
Came up out the hood, now ain’t nothing can contain me 
only care bout good food, good hoes and gaming, yeaaaa

Blake Ingram, Grizzui - Flats N Drums

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