'Cause oh girl, I love you like cooked food (cooked food)
Chick King, the best thigh and the breast Everybody wants a piece on the ends I paid for it, I won't even pretend Thought our shit was sorted till she got grease on my bed And I went quiet on her Yeah, hit the silence on her She was weighting me down, I had to diet on her Yeah, she fucks with me 'cah I'm getting chips And I'll always have a wingman if she got relatives No, baby, I'll let you know, baby You're gonna kill me if I see you every day Let me go, baby, uh, just let me go, baby You know it's been a generation game From my old lady, yeah, and her old lady You're gonna feel me if I see you every day In my postcode, and I won't say no, so Why you acting like you don't know?
I love you like cooked food Oh girl, I love you like cooked food Even though I don't cook food, oh You know I love you like cooked food
You should never dress like you're under-priced 'Cause they ain't seeing where you're coming from in life Standing on the market, everybody wants a slice Think your mother dropped the egg for them to cut you with the knife? It's a cutthroat business, I trust no women I give the world my heart and hope the love grows in 'em And one day we'll have our own son or chicken They're both born gold and they cluck no different No way, I love it when you dress saucy And the way you make it dip when you're naughty Are you really gonna keep me fit till I'm fourty? In casinos, tryna get chips to divorce me All jokes aside, I'll get some fries with you And I don't have a side chick because I side with you Yeah, the weather's hot, I guess I'll fry with you I'm tryna bubble like Coke and supersize the view
I love you like cooked food (oh girl, I love you like cooked food) Oh girl, I love you like cooked food (you know I love you like cooked food) Even though I don't cook food (even though I don't cook food) You know I love you like cooked food (oh girl, I love you like cooked food)
Remember when I was hungry doing stick-ups on the ends? You're the only one that kept me fed I got my Ps up so I had to let 'em spread Now everywhere I go, I'm dropping bread on chicken heads I'm happy that I now see you all over the ends 'Cause I can see the power in them legs Think I can get some salad with them breasts? If you can still fly, I'll stay with you till the ends
I love you like cooked food Oh girl, I love you like cooked food Even though I don't cook food Oh girl, I love you like cooked food
Writer/s: JERMAINE JASON ST CLAIRE SCOTT, MOSES AYO SAMUELS, OLANIYI MICHAEL AKINKUNMI
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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