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all out - chef borges & lil rice lyrics

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we cool now, bots pull up in front of me, oof wow
we sold out, people be chilling in front of me slow down
be gone thou, why am i playing like a bot, how?
ain’t got no time now, what? homie we school out

no need to chase clout
dry as the great drought
we be sunday, monday, tuesday going all out
we be sunday, monday, tuesday going all out

steaming noodle don’t eat no poodle
slurping them down like them usual
chon main their month be dripping
don’t get no a’s we get the whip whip

pause…
doodoo be hitting ur vibe
and u lost thoughts
people be bringing me down
they dumb clown homie you black out

blind on the knockout
tripping we checkout
no need to chase clout
dry as the great drought

we be sunday, monday, tuesday going all out
we be sunday, monday, tuesday going all out
机不可失时不再来
一经一事不长一智

米饭，炒菜，我喜欢吃饭
抽烟，喝酒，加上一个雾霾
你是真傻，你想得肺癌、
暴饮暴食, 你呆头呆脑

it is now or never
one thing can never be internal
rice, cooking vegetables, i like to feast
smoking, drinking, plus air pollution
you are stupid, you want to get lung cancer
overeating over drinking, you dumb head

cool down the heat, drop to the seat
mumble tumble, humble homie the beat
ain’t no slacking, i be beating my meat
too many sweats got the song on repeat

we don’t eat no dogs or no big cat
eat them lil rice they be all fat yea
my eye so tiny hard to look at
100 on that math i got that high stat

why you gotta do me like this?
why you gotta clap me like this?
why you gotta diss a little rice give them motherf-cking lice and hit them with a neck man

cause i’m gonna hit you like enemy, now i’m throwing coins at a buddha i’m filled with adrenaline, don’t step to me or i’ll be charged like kingpin

ramen noodle on my neck, going all out
money-making quarterback you a girl scout
me and borges comeback ain’t no doubt
education h-lla wack, we walk out

eat a bowl of rice, we in paradise
diamond cold as ice, reflect northern lights
bars super hot fire, people call me ang
shaolin kung fu gang, call me jackie chan

we cool now, tear pull up in front of me, oof wow
we sold out, people be chilling in front of me slow down
begone thou, pray for the lord and the addu we need vow
ain’t got no time now, what? homie we school out

no need to chase clout
dry as the great drought
we be cooking with the chef and going all out

borges
i am your therapist, the lyrical terrorist
come test me you know there’s no way to embarr-ss this
you better recognize i got the people mesmerized
putting knowledge in your mind better yet its exercise

i must inherit like a bunny with a carrot
i’m bringing in my talent to the table just to share it
me and lil rice we will put you in a cast
i guess ya don goofed now your feeling all g-ssed

hey, what else can i say
me and london’s finest making music every day
we making all the dollars, the hip hop scholars
when you step to me you better loosin up your collars

don’t touch trap, cause your all bout the bap
just a little scr-p just to be right on the map
proving a point that i got the capabilities
showing my abilities tested in facilities

wow so smart…
we thought you weren’t intelligent
nor did we think…
you would have a chance to be relevant

back to the speed indeed on the beat
i’m rising on my feet and the levels of the heat
who ever thought a chef could be the number one in lead
consuming all the music for your ears just to feed

these fools about to disappear
turn straight into ash
due to rushed out non good music
better known as trash

lil rice the goat no mystery
he out here makin history
his rhymes will leave you scorching
showing signs of chronic blistery

we out here on the route
i don’t care to chase the clout
we be sunday, monday, tuesday
and you know were going all out!

we be sunday, monday, tuesday, going all out
we be sunday, monday, tuesday, going all out

- chef borges lil rice lyrics

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