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chef geech - tnt lyrics

[intro]
uh huh
okay, okay, okay, okay
i get it, yup
check 1, check 2, you know what to do
a. woods on the beat, look

[chorus]
alright, dime bag diss
nah, n+gga, this a brick flow
compact whips, nah n+gga, this a 6+4
treat the p+ssy like a l!ck
b+tch, what it hit for
if i don’t get nothing outta life, i’ma get dough
alright, dime bag diss
nah, n+gga, this a brick flow
compact whips, nah n+gga, this a 6+4
treat the p+ssy like a l!ck
b+tch, what it hit for
if i don’t get nothing, okay, alright

[verse]
okay they call me the chef master, the wet b+st+rd
you put the p+ssy on lock while i trespass her
the jet+lagger, wedding crasher, best rapper
crab crust beurre blanc over the red snapper
that’s chef talk for brokе n+ggas who can’t capture
these confеrence calls starting to feel like chess matches
she wanna move forward, i’m taking a step backwards
don’t need a girlfriend, i need a hamper
these dirty drawers and b+lls is alls i got
looking for a yara shahidi in a halter top
i’m calling shots round this b+tch, neighbors calling cops
’cause when they see me, they see a lot of motion like andy reid was coaching
oceans, mountains, stars, skies, sun and the moon
i can’t control none of that but i bet i control the room
vroom, vroom! i met the broad high off of shrooms
tryna feed dog food to the jeff koon balloon
these red eyes got a n+gga eyes red
one like on my instagram when i signed in
still got more hoes than you ever had, times ten
that’s why i leave your siblings on your mom’s chin
heard employment back popping, lemme chime in
side note: treat my side b+tch like a size ten
squeeze in
need money, need friends, need god, need [?]
need you to move this sack for me, i’m a kingpin
[chorus]
dime bag diss
nah, n+gga, this a brick flow
compact whips, nah n+gga, this a 6+4
treat the p+ssy like a l!ck
b+tch, what it hit for
if i don’t get nothing outta life, i’ma get dough
dime bag diss
nah, n+gga, this a brick flow
compact whips, nah n+gga, this a 6+4
treat the p+ssy like a l!ck
b+tch, what it hit for
if i don’t get nothing outta life, i’ma get dough

[verse 2]
yeah, okay, trials and tribulations
first verse was a he+rs+, this a continuation
just left the doc office, told him i’m feeling anxious
he gave me what i need but i don’t need it
i need paper
gave the xans to a crackhead for three favors
first things first, be on look out for me, baby
i got a bad batch from the plug that i’m remaking
i spent forty racks on this pack and i need eighty
let the chickens dry, after that it just need gravy
let the pot get hot, it’s cool, just be patient
please god, let it double back
if it do, i promise you that i won’t sell another sack
okay, i’m lying but i’ll call my mother back
she been blowing up my jack like, “where the f+ck you at?”
ma, you know the answer to that
back to the chicken shack, this sh+t looking ridiculous
sh+t done doubled up in size and it’s looking like christmas
this the reason why they call me chef geech, i’m gifted
put five fingers to my two lips and kissed it
mwahh
fiend asking what happened
i told him, “you just missed it
now here’s favor number two, come and do these dishes,”
“well, what’s favor #3?” he asked
i told him, “hit this crack pipe,”
“for free?” he asked
i said, “yeah, n+gga,”
he hit it once, died twice, i told him tell all of his friends; i had a good night
[chorus]
dime bag diss
nah, n+gga, this a brick flow
compact whips, nah n+gga, this a 6+4
treat the p+ssy like a l!ck
b+tch, what it hit for
if i don’t get nothing outta life, i’ma get dough
dime bag diss
nah, n+gga, this a brick flow
four, five, six, cracking heads at the citgo
treat the p+ssy like a l!ck
b+tch, what it hit for
if i don’t get nothing outta life, i’ma get money

- chef geech lyrics

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