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chef romiiin - kash kall feat. yohomie$teve lyrics

(he is the youngest chef ever to receive a 5 star rating)

b-tch i’m chef romiiin gotta pocket full of blue (crip)
red on my rag but i’m with some black too (gd)
pop a-pop a percocet i went straight to the moon-

yeah uh huh yeah
aye tell ‘em who you are
aye yeah aye
the money callin’
b-tch i’m back
uh huh yeah aye aye yeah
yeah aye aye

(chef romiiin)

b-tch i’m chef romiiin gotta pocket full of blue (crip)
red on my rag but i’m with some black too (gd)
pop-pop-pop-pop-pop a percocet i went straight to the moon
watch me take off in my benz i can only seat two (yeap)
rappers really mad cause my flow is bulletproof
say that -ss is real lil b-tch i need proof
money-money and my nose really long like a jew’s
broke boy why you mad? what the f-ck did i do?
f-f-f-f-f-ck up ten thousand man the whip look anemic
i’m in a six-two f-ck a hemi it’s a demon
lil homie h-lla mad cause i’m what his b-tch needed
imma bag it in advance you can call me morgan freeman
f-ck your team cause b-tch i’m geeking
i just f-cked it up in neiman
b-tches sleeping while i’m peaching but it’s f-ck em’ and i mean it
i said i’m rich they ain’t believe it brought the racks out i’m conceited
think you hotter than the chef well you can wake up b-tch you dreaming
vacuum seal to do the deal i told shawty pop a pill
i don’t want no f-cking deal cause chef romiiin really real
speaking on me get ya k!lled i’m from steel you need to chill what’s the deal?
what’s the deal? what’s the motherf-cking deal hoe?

i hit that swish on yo b-tch like a dancefloor
called the plug got the drugs in the jansport
speeding in the foreign, leather tan like a sand storm
broke ex b-tch was steady calling me a “brand wh0r-”
that’s why they hating though, cause i’m gucci’d down now
i’m in my own place you living in a frat house (b-tch!)
i’m in my own sp-ce it’s looking like a cathouse
get that broke -ss car and turn that b-tch into a trap house

[yohomie$teve] (chef romiiin)
traphouse frathouse where the party at?
i don’t drink beer n-gga where the lean at?
h-lla bad b-tches on me girls get back
now yo n-gga mad you gonna get him smacked
i ain’t with that bullsh-t so back it up
got a big -ss choppa if you actin’ up
go sit yo -ss down tryna act tough
gang in this b-tch and we all f-cking strapped up
ooo big 40 glock b-tch
ooo big 40 glock b-tch
g-g-gunna gang hoe you can get shot b-tch
gunna gang hoe all we do is pop sh-t (pop sh-t)
stir fry steve get a n-gga dropped quick (dropped quick)
glock got a d-ck looking like a chopstick (chopstick)
ooo ooo and that b-tch grazy
have it spitting real fast like its slim shady
you-you-you you must be a fool if you think a young n-gga like me won’t shoot
ooo ooo n-gga what it do? leave a night musty ‘til his body turn blue
(phone ring)
h-llo
who is this?
i told you quit calling my motherf-cking phone if you ain’t talking about the motherf-cking money or you ain’t my motherf-cking homie i ain’t out here tryna be funny
b-tch!

aye bro who was that?
i don’t know some b-tch -ss n-gga steady calling my phone
godd-mn!

- chef romiiin lyrics

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