And stay focused on the women and you get less done
Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,
Top ranked, number one my son
Closest you'll get is being chicken
And you believe when a rapper wan' be one
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake
Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake
This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
I am not the only one
Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.
Check my bank account, got racks on racks
Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax
Supposed to get the cake at the mart
You shook my world and it felt apart
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