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chef - kwengface lyrics

[intro]
sounds like a lot of hoopla to make over a little krabby patty, right?
alright, see this one, this one’s called chef
scratch mixed it
gotcha

[verse 1]
yo, yo my bruce let’s rev that engine
my broski loves when i rap ’bout drill so he told me bark the skeng thing (fling it)
my other bro told me to stay in the booth and rap ‘cah that’s where the bread is (true)
can’t lie, i can’t hear none of that
‘cah the hand ting’s loud and the volvo’s revving (it’s mad)
it was me and [?] the sh*t just lurkin’
came ’round with two different weapons (skrt, skrt, skrt)
anytime man step ’round thеm sides
just know that it’s smoky settings (true)
man, shе knows i’m a pecknarm legend
been out here doing this ting since eleven (true)
so, you can’t tell me about stepping
my ends black flag, pecknarm where i’m repping
i’m bringing it back, like bro, what you reckon? (i’m bringing it back)
i need some waps (i need it)
try cop me a yard by twenty*three, say it’s nuttin’ but boots and trap (work)
see, i’m tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude and that (‘low it)
i’m really out here moving packs
same way, man put him on the news and that
yo, hand ting came in handy
wave that mad like i’m calling a taxi (ay, ay)
peng grade ting called maxine
come link me and her dress all maxi (ay, come ‘ere)
ot trips get mashy
month and a half, ten quick, get trappy (true)
getting music money right now but i’m lovin’ the trap
‘cah it’s tax free (woo)
why you think that my nokia rings? (why?)
i got grub, it’s cling (true)
i’m in the t house making a flip
arm on the opp block letting it sing (brap)
my bros in the jailhouse throwing them fists
but when he comes home, it ain’t nuttin’ but jibs (it’s nuttin’)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck the pigs
i f*cked them olders, they ain’t nuttin’ but pr*cks
i f*cked the boys there, they ain’t nuttin’ but ticks
[hook]
i could talk about most these yutes (mm)
i won’t waste my breath (‘low it)
‘cah all you gonna hear was
he got chinged and he got shot and cheffed (ay, ay)
i’m on the opp block doin’ up chef (ay, ay)
or i’m in the bando doin’ up chef (ay, ay)
serving grub how i’m servin’ wounds
yo, like who wants it next?
i could talk about most these yutes (i can)
i won’t waste my breath (nah)
‘cah all you gonna hear was
he got chinged and he got shot and cheffed (true)
i’m on the opp block doin’ up chef
or i’m in the bando doin’ up chef (ay, ay)
serving grub how i’m serving wounds (d*mn)

[verse 2]
three for twenty, six for forty, eight for fifty, get that gone
allow man talking that stuff when i ain’t seen a opp since ** got got
put on my latex, see you later
i’m ’bout to make me a human pot
feds tryna connect them dots
so i relocate, tryna find a new spot
boom, boom, boom, boom
back your mash and then shoot (brap)
i can’t lie when i leave my yard
i bring my keys, ying or blikks (mm*mm)
zone 2 step, oh yes
get it correct when i’m with my troops (gang)
my n*ggas do shank and shoot
stay in the mains and i back my bruce (woo)
them man can’t afford no boots (no)
said there out here doing up sliders (why you lack?)
them man should do the olympics
the olympics, they’re professional divers
f*f*free up shade, bmb
free all the f*cking lifers (free the gang)
bad b all lookin’ all righteous
rolls with the gang in the whip or on bikers
she rockin’ triple black
when she runnin’, do a slap
i just, i just over tap and gyal love me they over cap (mad)
it’s over, mad
how the opps been overpacked?
can’t lie, man i lighted **
the rest of them are over, d*mn
[hook]
i could talk about most these yutes (mm)
i won’t waste my breath (‘low it)
‘cah all you gonna hear was
he got chinged and he got shot and cheffed (ay, ay)
i’m on the opp block doin’ up chef (ay, ay)
or i’m in the bando doin’ up chef (ay, ay)
serving grub how i’m servin’ wounds
yo, like who wants it next?
i could talk about most these yutes (i can)
i won’t waste my breath (nah)
‘cah all you gonna hear was
he got chinged and he got shot and cheffed (true)
i’m on the opp block doin’ up chef
or i’m in the bando doin’ up chef (ay, ay)
serving grub how i’m serving wounds (d*mn)

[outro]
haha, sh*t
cuz, that’s why you’re one of the best out
you get me?
and look out for the video for this one, yeah?

- kwengface lyrics

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