Fashawn - Gluttony lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Busters, I'm like Pac in Poetic Justice Getting with the gluttony thanks to [?] Walking off with shorty, she's sporting mom jeans I've been that GED cat smashing prom queens Cause that's the prime rib Prime time to get in them ribs I'm always in a dime's crib Straight slay 'em when I bring my A game It's funny how through the years we get older But their ages stay the same, like I'm seventeen Young, fresh, and green Says the fiend who camped out in [?] For kicks? Nah, just did it for kicks You know to get my rocks off, take my socks off Brunch with Droog, there's no emotions, just the aroma of bromhidrosis When I brought home the hostess Reverse Bill Cosby a hoe After s**, she the comatosest Blow your [?] [Verse 2: Oh No] All I do is serve kitchen nightmares At restaurant like I'm cooking crack Over a dirty a** stove wearing a crooked hat Now look at that, sauteing the fat for the flavor I cut the beef out with a knife sharp as a razor It never took three judges to see that I'm the master chef I rock a filet, the chicken's breast I leave the [?] for [?] But I'm sick in the head so I might snatch up the rest, no rest I bring 'em down home until the [?] leaves Give me some dome before my [?] Them birds now knee deep, I am a repeat offender I'm feeding them chocolate to make it easy Bam! I'm on my Emeril Laga**e, and Bobby Flay Challenging Rachel Ray, Coolio, and Flava Flav In the backyard barbecue getting paid Tarnish the pot with some Tanqueray [?] [?] [Verse 3: Alchemist] Swimming in a bucket of Jenkem Over the stove while I'm sizzling my cuts of the steak-um Rubbing my belly like a pig but I don't f** with the bacon Steamrolled all over your face and leave it stuck to the pavement Monologue Dr Zhivag' smoking dust in the basement I'll scrape the razor Split 'em open, discover blunts with the grape flavor Heart pump cinnamon You struggle with the rhythm get him a pace maker Need I consume more than foul glutton Snitch a kid on a whip, look like the ground hugging The 40 cal cutting fingers on the ready to blow sh** up now bu*ton There go the crowd ducking Walking with my hand like I'm controlling clown puppets Gold minded digging through dirt, we found nuggets in the soil, the rubble Then boil the foil until it bubble [?] [Verse 4: Fashawn] My flow's a fiasco ?[] Slave to the drum, holding on my noose [?] They should've told you I was the truth Goose, concieling until I shoot like [?] [?] chain hang ridiculous Bang like my days was limited It's the same [?] deranged degenerate Inflict pain, my game is venomous Spit out flames til your frame demenish Now you hole-y as a page of Leviticus n***as grind day to day for dividends Time glutton over weight from getting it Overseas, out of town, out of state, I'm pitching Thought I was a [?] problem, I raid the kitchen [?] Paid my dues, everybody paid admission Raise the steaks, you raise suspicion Motherf**er [Outro] No one can do it better Gotta eat, bring it to 'em raw Made him eat sh** Just don't give a Serve em up like gourmet dinner Spread it out like [?] Here's a ice cream cone honey, take a lick Until then [?] swallow it [?]