Hot Lunch Lyrics - Buck 65

I look good, always, but especially today 

Professionally fresh on display like hey 

Take a picture, its not a dream I'm flat out gorgeous 

Maybe its because I eat a lot of oranges 

I don't know I can't help it, I'm not even tryin 

Really, I'm hot you think I'm lyin? 

Look at my ass and pants, give it more than a passing glance 

Stare at it a while 

Compare it to a peach, each cheek if you can bear it 

Breath me in deeply, I'm like an airy breeze 

Whipserin, blowin through the branches of the cherry trees 

I'ma treat em, a nice little surprise for your eyes 

Look too long though and it could be your demise 

It ain't a disguise, I'm flyer than an eagle 

Sky's the limit besides the fact that I'm barely legal 

Its too easy, I'm sorry I can't help askin it 

And bad news I'm gettin better lookin with every passin minute 

I'm pretty, pretty, but I take it all in stride 

Thing is I'm even more beautiful on the inside 

I'm nice, I'm so nice, with the winning smile I'm stylish 

In fashion, make a wish with my eye lashes 

I'm magical, actually casual traditional 

Mystical, in top physical condition 

Well oiled machine, perfectly peachy keen 

Its freaky really equally squeaky clean frequently 

I look good and you look, but not as good as me 

I'm so dope