Appetite Lyrics – Kid Ziggy & Papa Luke
Singer: Kid Ziggy & Papa Luke
Title: Appetite
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh
Walk around town with a pound in my backpack
Loud pack, yeah, I’m the sh#t, huh
These thots won’t get off of my dick, huh
These cops won’t get off of my dick, huh
She want me ’cause I bag it tight
She want me for them braggin’ rights
She too gone, she ain’t actin’ right
Blew my high and my appetite
Walk around town with a pound in my backpack
Loud pack, yeah, I’m the sh#t
These thots won’t get off of my dick
These cops won’t get off of my dick
She want me ’cause I bag it tight
She want me for them braggin’ rights
She too gone, she ain’t actin’ right
Blew my high and my appetite
She too gone, she might black out
She ’bout to pass out
But I keep my focus on the cash now
With my automobile as my trap house
I can’t f#ck with no stripper hoes
That been passed all around the frat house
All my homies done had doubts
But I get the dome and I back out
So high we say, “Geronimo!”
Taco Bell, I’m with your mama, ho
Caramel Apple Empinata, ho
Beefy Frito Enchilada, ho
Feed her then we roll the ganja, though
Poke her face, no Lady Gaga, though
No Teddy Bear [?] ho
Drivin’ kamikaze out the door
Think I need to realign my chakras
Meditation, smokin’ like a Rasta
Hakuna Matata, my enemies
And even to some of my family
It’s time to go better myself
‘Cause, baby, I know what I’m worth
It’s time to go better my wealth
But I’m steady blowin’ this purp
She too gone, she might black out
She ’bout to pass out
But I keep my focus on the cash now
With my automobile as my trap house
I can’t f#ck with no stripper hoes
That been passed all around the frat house
All my homies done had doubts
But I get the dome and I back out
Walk around town with a pound in my backpack
Loud pack, yeah, I’m the sh#t (Huh)
These thots won’t get off of my dick (Huh)
These cops won’t get off of my dick (Huh)
She want me ’cause I bag it tight
She want me for them braggin’ rights
She too gone, she ain’t actin’ right
Blew my high and my appetite
Walk around town with a pound in my backpack
Loud pack, yeah, I’m the sh#t (Huh)
These thots won’t get off of my dick (Huh)
These cops won’t get off of my dick (Huh)
She want me ’cause I bag it tight
She want me for them braggin’ rights
She too gone, she ain’t actin’ right
Blew my high and my appetite
Yeah, I’m good
Yeah, I’m good
Yeah, I’m good
Tab on my tongue, ’bout to throw up
Washin’ it down with the syrup
Chillin’ with Maddie and Erica
Takin’ a flight out to Europe (Yeah, yeah)
I just got back from LA
[?] shitty #ss service
Sippin’ a pound of that Bourbon
Baby, I’m mean as the curry
Eatin’ that b#tch
Tastin’ like salad (Salad)
Her body is cream (Cream)
[?] ([?])
No wonder she clean (Ah, ah)
No wonder I wasn’t (Wasn’t)
She takin’ my dick and it’s hittin’ her stomach
She makin’ me nervous
She too gone, she might black out
She ’bout to pass out
But I keep my focus on the cash now
With my automobile as my trap house
I can’t f#ck with no stripper hoes
That been passed all around the frat house
All my homies done had doubts
But I get the dome and I back out
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