Intro
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This ass fat like a heffer that’s grass fed
Pounds stacking up (British accent) like a Brit, that’s maths, yeah
Happy, in bliss, heart in my stomach
You callin’ it quits, while I’m back for seconds
All I do is write hits
Always leave the fans wanting more, hungry
Cause I’m always serving, yummy
And rocking a cute pudgy tummy
Don’t arrest me just ‘cuz I print money
And this pussy sweet so they call me honey
On top of my
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Who don’t love corn? Who don’t love bread? Who don’t love fat bitches who stay well-fed?
Who don’t love fat men who give good head?
Who don’t love a little piece of that cornbread
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Verse
Collared greens on the side, plus a stack of fries
Add some gravy maybe, pass the ribs baby
Call me big back when I eat that
He a feeder, he likes when I smack
My lips up and down on the dick
I’m pretending it’s a popsicle,
Cause I’m still hungry for that Lunchable
I left in the fridge
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Who don’t love corn? Who don’t love bread? Who don’t love fat bitches who stay well-fed?
Who don’t love fat men who give good head?
Who don’t love a little piece of that cornbread
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Bridge
Two for four I’m there
I tie back my hair
For a sea food boil
Butter drippin’ off my wrist like a gold Rolex
I’m snappin’ bitches necks like crab legs
Walk in the room, you can’t have this
Corn on a plate, juice on my chest
And I still got room,
Go ahead, bring in the rest
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Who don’t love corn? Who don’t love bread? Who don’t love fat bitches who stay well-fed?
Who don’t love fat men who give good head?
Who don’t love a little piece of that cornbread
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Outro
I’m full, I’m fed, I’m stuffed, I’m done
Licked every finger, I’ve had my fun
Drippin’ in butter, doused in sin
Wipe me down with a napkin, give me 30, and I’d do it again
There’s sauce on my lips and cum on my chin
He thinks its whipped cream and licks it off
It’s frosting mixed with jizz straight from his balls
And we did anal, rough
I’mma tell you a hard truth
Finna make you shout
*(As Carol Channing) “*it’s the same going in as it is coming out”
(Spoken; whisper)
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