Letra de Soul Food (Outro) - Belly Gang Kushington

Now this some of that real soul food shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'

Ayy

Mm, ayy

Ayy (Malik)

Ayy, ayy

You know my life was ghetto fabulous, we put hot sauce on the collard greens

My drunk auntie used to call a nigga all kind of things

My drug dealin' uncle came through with all kind of bling

His son my favorite cousin, we used to drink all kind of lean, huh

Nigga, I used to be all kind of clean (Phew)

I used to go inside Greenbriar to get fits and pick out all kind of things

I ain't never ate no bean pies, but I fuck with the Muslims, yadamin

I used to ask my daddy was he on the way, that nigga used to lie to me, damn

Boo hoo, sad story, my daddy had hustlin' ways

We used to get in a fight and not talk to each other for a couple of days

Me and my brothers and sisters, we got split up a couple ways

I ain't really see 'em too much, but we used to link up a couple days

Damn, it used to feel good, huh (Phew)

Them was the days, we used to ride around in the hood

My daddy had a hoopty, smoke up under the hood, huh

Ridin' 'round drunk preachin', but he told us nothin' but good

Nigga, he told us nothin' was to it

Y'all gotta love each other, stick with your family (Phew)

And I'm the one who buy the presents, nigga, Santa Claus ain’t come down no chimney

And I'm livin' in the present, nigga, I ain't gon' lie, I got a lot in front of me

But I'm still your dad, you gotta honor me, ayy

You know my life was ghetto fabulous, we put hot sauce on the collard greens (Phew)

My drunk auntie used to call a nigga all kind of things

My drug dealin' uncle came through with all kind of bling

His son my favorite cousin, we used to drink all kind of lean, huh

Nigga, I used to be all kind of clean (Phew)

I used to go inside Greenbriar to get fits and pick out all kind of things

I ain't never ate no bean pies, but I fuck with the Muslims, yadamin

I used to ask my daddy was he on the way, that nigga used to lie to me, damn

I love my daddy though

Hold on, this my granddaddy callin', he leavin' a message

I don't know which one of y'all it is

I don't know if it's Victor Thomas, my brother, or Victor Thomas, my grandson

I just want to tell both of y'all somethin'

Y'all is 'bout the lyingest niggas I ever seen in my whole entire life

And I'm gon' tell you this here and I want you to know it 'cause I really want to tell you to your face

'Cause ain't nothin' on Gods green earth more important to me at this age of eighty-one years old

Ain't nothin' on this world more important than to see my brother and my grandson for a minute or two

And then you can go on back to stealin' or whatever you doin'

And I'ma tell both of y'all Victors somethin'

I don't want you to think it's 'cause I need some money

Because I do need four, five thousand dollars, it ain't, it ain't 'bout that

I could use that right this instant

But, uh, just seein' your face and watch them lies come out of it will be just fine

Well, I got to go see a Indian 'bout a blanket, so, um, I'll see you

Lyin'-ass niggas

Bye

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