F**k Food Lyrics - All 6's And 7's - Tech N9ne

Yeah 

Ah-ah-ah 

Ah-ah-ah 

Ah-ah-ah-ah 

Yeah 

Yeah-uh 

(Can you see?) 

Yeah-uh 

(She's mine) 

Uh-ah-oh-oh 

(She's mine) 

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Mmm 

Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue 

But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on 

The night's young, meaning we minus the bright sun 

And I'm numb like I'm inside 'em like white on a ripe bun 

Like that one, baby stacked wit' a fat one 

Action-pack wit' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she's passed on 

Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I'm Vlad and I'm back 

I'll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back 

And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion 

(I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies 

They don't give a damn that I'm manic 

Even though I'm so shady 

Baby girl, but don't play me 

I ain't tryna have no babies, but baby 

You braised and so savory 

Photos 

Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me 

I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out 

That's 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she's 

Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez 

I know what you sayin' 

But you know I ain't playin' 

Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans 

And oh-oh 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby 

Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

Oh-oh-oh-oh 

Oh-oh-oh-oh 

Oh-oh-oh-oh 

Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip 

Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script 

Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip 

Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship 

Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherfucker 

Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper 

Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles 

Heh, she call me daddy and she scream "Uncle" 

Open up and spread, I'm pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads 

I'm breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed 

Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg 

I'm killin' it soft, I'm makin' it red 

I'm makin' her talk, I'm makin' her beg 

I'm makin' her crawl, I'm makin' her run 

I'm makin' it numb, I'm makin' it cum, I am 

Young Weezy F. Baby 

She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it 

(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don't waste it 

I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it 

Tunechi! 

I know what you sayin' 

But you know I ain't playin' 

Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans 

And oh-oh 

(Girls sure look like fuck food to me) 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

Spin hat booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby 

Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

(Girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

Oh-oh-oh-oh 

When I get my mittens on this kitten 

She'll be bitten, then she missin' 

'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in 

Canceled all of her ex-men 

If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then 

I'm gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then 

Nibblin' on her neck and I'm makin' her wet wit' no question 

Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism 

Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don't ask, just twist 'em 

I don't have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em 

I'm they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em 

And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us 

And make 'em do all of us, and we don't be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers 

Y'all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it 

The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled 

The bitch'll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers 

Anybody outside don't get much news from me 

'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?) 

This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee 

But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay 

I don't know what you feel 

I don't know what you think 

I don't know what you see, my nigga 

(girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

(girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

I know what you sayin' 

But you know I ain't playin' 

Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans 

And oh-oh 

(girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

(girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby 

Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby 

(girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

(girl sure look like fuck food to me) 

Now you see what I see 

The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine 

Now you see what I see (can you see?) 

The lady's mine, mine, (she's mine), mine, mine, (she's mine), mine