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the chef - detroit l-o lyrics

[verse 1]

hoes get mad cuz after s*x i ain’t thinking bout caking
b*tches trippin more than white girls running from jason
i gotta hit her 10 times if she think she a dime
let me pound like the b*tton right under the number 9
doing tricks when i grind, you would think i was a skater
yo bank account look like i can call the operator
girls can never play they role, man i can’t stand a choosing b*tch
put something hot on his ass, ill brand a n*gga quick
sometimes life is real intricate, liveraw the syndicate
i make dummies talk, call me l*o the ventriloquist
she wanna suck me up, then she wanna suck my brother
her jaws strong, she can probably drink peanut b*tter
no wonder why these b*tches always stirring up drama
cuz they f*ck the first night, then they wanna meet yo mama
i’m santa clause to hoes acting naughty
one b*tton get my whole team connected like a walkie talkie

[hook]

million dollar missions, i ain’t worried bout these b*tches
i stay cooking up a classic, l*o stay up in the kitchen
whip a banger out the pot, watch the whole city listen
i can feel the money coming in because my palms is itching
million dollar missions, i ain’t worried bout these b*tches
i stay cooking up a classic, l*o stay up in the kitchen
whip a banger out the pot, watch the whole city listen
i can feel the money coming in because my palms is itching

[verse 2]

money counter money on the way u to n*gga
put me in the stu, my n*gga i become a k!lla
that’s yo b*tch, well you know i’m bouta steal her
detroit city, rest in peace j dilla
hanging down on that block bro, couple karats on my earlobe
she in love with the rock, so i hit her with the people’s elbow
pull strings like jimi hendrix, you are in my kitchen
you are the apprentice
i stay flossing, i’m a pro dentist, he got o’s dog
but he not a menace
i’m a classic cooker, ill f*ck your sister, get her high off this kush filled rello
i be in the studio, now they call me chef boyar*detroit l*o
boy don’t get me wrong, i been struggling too long
i told pepp that i’m about to go ape sh*t like donkey kong
b*tch
all we need is some loud pack and some 18 for these bad hoes
naw a n*gga ain’t off the shrooms, but they calling us the super smash bros
shout out all the n*ggas who be saying they be smoking heavy, rolling small joints
whip out money, i ain’t talking writing pens when i tell you this the ballpoint
ain’t a n*gga i can lose to, everything i say is too true
disappeared on me, now you tryna jump back in the picture like blues clues

[hook]

- detroit l o lyrics

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