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I'm too hot (for these streets)
I cut deals like I cut cheese
We eatin' steak then vegan meals
Got a Tesla in the night
In the days I switch that
And the crumbs we had to share
Superstar from the south
Getting big cause we don't care
Out for blood but not the trouble
Big ole steak extra rare
Gold flakes
three, throw it back take a shot like the chop on me
Where the hoes
Twer ke ke
Either way I hit ya face when I skeet skeet skeet
What's popping.. not
cars (drop)
Drop the top to see the stars
I'm stuck in my ways (ways)
My ambiance is getting paid
No more hunger games (no)
We cut steak minion filets
Chop the fucking body
Pop another molly
Leatherface Leatherface
Make the butcher sloppy
Feeling like I'm Jason
Bitch I got the fucking hockey-
Hockey
pussy yo bitch call me dad
Chop said its money on the floor told him drop the addy
Nigga yo shit ass look nigga yo shit ass did a million you can never
Up the cut like in it, touch down on it
Clown on it, cheerlead if you wit it hoe
Old school on his tippy toes
Chop the base and shake the doors
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Weenies, man
Chicken fried pork steaks
Skinless boneless chicken breasts
Says Mr. Barbeque
Mrs. Brown is fine
twice in the store
With the same hitter how you want it, dawg
Breath taker or the brain splitter?
Steak dinner now, it used to be leftovers
I ain't always
Blitz
So next level terwyl ek braai doen ek splits
Ek laat die steak lekker sizzle
Baby skink vir Pappa nog 'n dubbel
My hanne is so in gebraai en taai
too when I'm tryna skin her face
As she's weeping salt the wounds like its a motherfucking steak
Skin, gut, drink, dismemberment
Imma eat ur brains
like
"Ding dong, the witch ain't dead, you better look out 'fore she chop yo' head"
Breaking bread with the queens at the dinner table
Lapdogs eat
the steak sauce
Same hoes everywhere I go, Nate Dogg
We run from the red dog, pick up when that bag call
Flew to New York 'bout that thread talk, put
to buy her dinner
My steak good, I got a good cut like splinter
Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender
hospitalize anybody... in the ward
Ta make it there, you talk crazy, we take it there
You'll be like a steak, nigga, you medium-rare
All these
just the way we swing)
(Me and you, how we do, be so fly)
[Fabolous]
You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
I'm fillet
(Me and you, how we do, be so fly)
You need to leave them burgers alone and make a steak upgrade
I'm fillet mignon with a tape-up fade
I see things
gang, gang, yeah
We'll shit on you
Way before Corona, gang and 'em
They had a mask collection
Two hunnid dollar plate, steak
And shrimp, no, i ain't
on it
Now it's asparagus, mash, and steak on it
Water with lemon, I drink on it
Getting my business in order, I ain't on it
More than one income, so it
a favor
(I can't) scoring off the turn arounds
Like a shot creator (Turn around)
If the steak fucked up, I'ma pop the waiter
AR'll put him in a suit like
Perrier, feet up in my estate (whoa)
Yeah, good wagyu steak, save to feed my cow grapes, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout the fake, I'ma make some
flows, day one, you best believe it
Kept pure up they nose, never stepped on, used to burn breathin'
Ugh, that's raw baby, had to chop it with the saw baby
that'll ever do it
Only time will tell
I got them all calling it quit's
I chop up the sample in
Bit's and resample that shit
A student of the game and
You?
designer, criminal minder
And I'm a born and bred in USA who chop and screw truth up
Think I got a case of the Mondays, on fire
Ayo, one for mayhem, two
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