I invented snacks
In between meals, bag of chips I just pop’d the sack
Poof, I guess I got my fritos back, truth
New snack alert, Kudos
Or the Nature Valley Granola’s I got two-a-those
Almonds out the can to the bag and I pour em’ slow
Ziplock, Unzip, see my nuts through the hole
Damn ants on a log, where the hell you been?
Ni**gas snackin’ real reckless, funyuns
I’m on top of my snacks, yeah i’m muffin’in
Crumbs about to make me tuck my whole napkin in
I know I’m full but I’m gonna need snacks again
They ain’t see me I was snackin’ with my other friends
Last snack I was with my other other friends
Throw your pretzels up cause it’s finally dinner time again
insinaty:
wu tang flan ain’t nothin to fuck wit
i know it isn’t kanye but it belongs here in spirit.
(Source: inotrope)
kidemat:
Maybe I’m just really out of the pop-culture, loop, cause I don’t know why this post is tagged Jay-Z and Kanye, but what the tags should say is MrChiCity3.
#kanye west #gotta have it #jay-z #Watch the Throne
“Kanye West lyrics rewritten to be about food. Macros, cakes, shopped album covers, really anything goes.”
(Source: noonemanshouldhaveallthatflour)
Fried so hard muh fuggas can’t bite me.
that shit baked.
that shit baked.
that shit baked.
she said “Ye, can we get breakfast at the Hyatt?”
I said “Nah bitch, you know i’m on a diet.”
I mean I’ll sneak dessert if you can keep quiet.
Weight Watchers find out and you know they gonna riot.
Fried so hard, that shit baked.
Ain’t it, Jay?
Whatchu eatin? Creme brulee?
Whip cream so cold. But it’s ok.
Act like you’ll ever be around frozen custard like this again.
Chubby girl. Hefty man.
Fuck that bitch, she don’t want her flan?
I’m on Kanye’s Workout Plan.
I’m just sayin…
Ace of Cakes ain’t do it right, if you ask me.
If i was there, I would’ve used Hershey and Nestle.
What’s creamy? Nutella.
What’s cheese? Mozzerella.
What’s raw? Salmonella.
What’s that finish? Vanilla?
Doctor’s say all this cream cheese,
gon’ give me diabetes.
got some niggas in Rome,
makin chocolate paninis.
That’s My Chips
You have no idea who you’re cooking with
Something to garnish this realest dish
Pop champagne, I’ll give you a sip
Bout to mix with rum, how come?
Yeah that’s my chips, that’s my chips.
Fritos right there? That’s my chips.
I’ve been baking for a long, long time
Just to dip in this ranch so fly
And spread with a knife, spread with a knife
Need more dip just to survive.
