Mach Hommy Gastronomie Mp3 Download
Multi Talented Artist and Songwriter popularly Known as Mach Hommy comes through with yet another new hit track titled “Gastronomie”.
Moreover, this impressive track was taken off from “Dollar Menu 4“ Abum.
Listen and Download Mach Hommy – Gastronomie Mp3 below:
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Gastronomie Lyrics
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[Intro: Sample, Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim]
I have got to teach you about food! Close your eyes
Dump Gawd
(The motherfuckin’ God!)
Menu (Nigga, you already know what’s up)
Another Menu
And you on it! Hahaha
What you thought? You was gon’ be scot-free?
Uh-huh
Uh
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
When we move, it’s similar to tectonic plates
It’s a fine line between criticism and tryna hate
I grind 25/8, I never hibernate (Never hibernate)
Don’t violate, ’cause loose ends, I consolidate (I consolidate)
I consolidate, yo, I consolidate
Playin’ with them handheld cannons that discombobulate (Tzazazazazazaza!)
We don’t got a common take, so why commеntate? (Why?)
Could care less about your chat rooms, I don’t modеrate (What?)
I’m VIP up in the backroom with the accommodate
Dump Gawd cause a typhoon, that’s how we dominate
One thing that shows for sure we not similar:
I kickflip my shit on stage and break a fibula
Hit the turbo ’til it go over gauge – Fah is ridiculous
Captured the learning curve and learned the ways of the meticulous
They frivolous, uh; I think they need stimulus
Gotta keep your head in the game, this shit venomous
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Hallelujah
Pockets fully blown like Rockefeller
With no trace of AIDS, we bounce back like rubbers
Nigga gettin’ sauce money like Jigga, Preemo and Jaz-O
Vast growth – I seen that shit start as a tadpole
Niggas vicious, cuttin’ them switches; you the past, though
And won’t nobody miss you, ’cause truly, you just an asshole
Drop the shit like it’s tissue, if you know, you know we too official
I’m not gon’ be carin’, nigga, ain’t shit civil
Whip the Camaro like Canelo when he stepped up to Bivol
I’m always on the grain, how can I be this potent?
I see the holes in niggas’ game like the US Open
Got juice like The Beatles, nigga, I’m John Winnin
Got the jeweler throwin’ stones at my chain like it’s sinnin’
Rappers are sacrificial lambs, hackin’ with they hands
And if you niggas dope, you get subtracted by the gram
I’ll find the right move, then spam like Killa Cam
Then slam on niggas like it was NBA Jams
The man got eliminated for trippin’, like, “Damn!”
The clips was elongated like Pippen’s wingspan
Put us in the game and you can feel the impact
Even stars get struck like Eminem fans
You get your whole section ate like public housing, need counseling
From here and there, we keep ’em bouncin’
From now and then, sophisticated like your house plan
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