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steve glock - mastah chef lyrics

[verse1:mastah chef]
recognize that f-cking boy
when i pull up in yo city.(bow)
i hate the fact yall n-gg-s talk (uh-uh)
but what u really saying was sh-tty (ya)
i ain’t really gone f-ck witchu
cuz im that money being over friendly
cuz all yall talk about sweet dreams
but no one really believe you!

[hook: mastah chef]
cuz my grandpa and mamma shot glocks
i sold them guns to the cops
my homie now dead got shot
got a brand new holster for my glock
i said glocks on glocks on glocks
i said glocks on glocks on glocks
apples on deck
yeah apples on glocks
apples on deck yeah n-gg-s call me steve glock

[verse2: mastah chef]
bet you know what time it is
when i reach for and c-ck it
you wanna talk? ok
lets go and talk i let that glock first be singing
everytime when im at the block
you can see the way im skrtn
you gone see this f-cking bow
like asian n-gg-s greet fathers
if you wanna go and talk
the busisness bet a hunnid though
ill bring it
i was thinking so complex but this rap
sh-t is so simple
why you listen to that trap sh-t?
when that donald trump be winnin
three hunnind fifty seven ways
simmer sautteed
yeah im cooking

[bridge: mastah chef]
i tell you all the time man i hate
you f-cking n-gg-s
k!ll em all slow man you lyin -ss n-gg-s
i hate you f-cking n-gg-s
you faking -ss n-gg-s
k!ll em all slow man you lying -ss n-gg-s

[hook: mastah chef]
cuz my grandpa and mamma shot glocks
i sold them guns to the cops
my homie now dead got shot
got a brand new holster for my glock
i said glocks on glocks on glocks x2
apples on deck
yeah apples on glocks
apples on deck yeah n-gg-s call me steve glock

[verse3: mastah chef]
why the h-ll this muslimeen
n-gg- taking all yall to church
all these b-tches want child support
but they ain’t wanna give birth
im wokring with the sauce boy
i need the rent money by the first
cuz cash rules everything around me
man everybody is concerned
i know yall feelings must be hurt
you crying and all up in that dirt
im the one you f-cking doubted n-gg-
the audacity the nerve
im loaded lux with that work
im skinnin n-gg-s for that fur
like omarion with the dance boy i said all yall got served

[bridge: mastah chef]
i be in the kitchen got my wrist up in a motion
you dont wanna see that nina rosa fully loaded
i am not a fan i put the metal up on ya
this is how it is when you tryna get the come up

- mastah chef lyrics

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