F.R.I.D.G.E. by Tyron Preston Lyrics

Before I go to eat, I'd rather eat at home
Weather as a couple, and also love alone
I only buy organic, it's better you bitch
The only thing matters, is the level of my fridge
I don't need a shelf or electric hop slaps
Before I cook something, you're wife gets hot slaps
Shit on the cooking spoon, nobody needs
I eat everything cooled, all at four degrees
I am very anxious, if my food acknowledged
The milk on the side, on the top tray the sausage
Open the door, look at my groceries
I'm proud of my things, gimme crowns for these
I'm angry animal, if the food is not fresh
Need at least six steaks for my breakfast
I'm convinced of the cooling, I save no stream
I refer to my fridge as a beautiful dream

Put it in the fridge
Put it in the fridge
Put it in the
Put it in the
Put it in the fridge
Before it's gone
Put it in the fridge
Put it in the fridge
Put it in the
Put it in the
Put it in the fridge
Before it's gone

Honey bend over and just clean it up
I think of my cooler, you're about to fuck
I'm so glad to be an owner, you can't imagine that
The hum of the fans is the best I guess
I spend no money, for beamers, benz or bentleys
No cash for coke, weed, crystal or henneys
I give a shit about shoes, cotton, suits
And wear nice changes, made of dried fruits
I stick attention to expiration date
It is a day later, it's already to late
Choosy honey melons are so delicious
Eat the vegetables raw, I do not do the dishious
For some it sound strange, I love my fridge
Inside the freshness, outside the list
I stuff every thing into, the milk, the meat, the cheese
The lettuce, the pumpkin, it's freezed

Put it in the fridge
Put it in the fridge
Put it in the
Put it in the
Put it in the fridge
Before it's gone
Put it in the fridge
Put it in the fridge
Put it in the
Put it in the
Put it in the fridge
Before it's gone