Gypsy Mamba - Poultry Poetry lyrics

Intro [Noa James] Waking up to a fat a**,My God,My God,My God She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain Verse [Noa James] That a** got my smilin',wilding' Stepping to plate like the great bambino But a G from the start,childish Baby i don't need practice, i"m allen This fat kid got talent,balance and off that herb I prefer to sin when i bend those curves When im drive-in I'm Guy Fieri, when I dine in I love how kick it,slow cook like brisket With amazing side dishes like Dijon blue cheese green beans With toasted pecon or pecan No need for the weed man This jar is filled for the weekend She start to Cash Rules Everything Around Me I am drowning,I need life guard But never mind just let it happen Come up for air her thighs become your napkin Hook [Noa James] Waking up to a fat a**,My God,My God,My God She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain Waking up to a fat a**,My God, My God,My God She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain Bridge [Noa James I got that IE mind state get my cake Make move like Andre Giant 3k No games over here but we in like EA Let tree blaze/beats on replay,beats on replay.beats on replay Hook [Noa James] Waking up to a fat a**,My God,My God,My God She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain Waking up to a fat a**,My God, My God,My God She twerks to any song in my ipod, thats Wu-Tang to 2Chain