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chef romiiin - seven lyrics

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i gotta keep moving they stagnant these hoes looking badder these hoes looking different
my bro keep the dope in the cabinet it don’t even matter cause js gone be sniffing it
i gotta keep moving they stagnant these hoes looking badder these hoes looking different
my bro keep the dope in the cabinet it don’t even matter cause js gone be sniffing it

if you pull up right now, imma beat the f-ck outta you
like… you ain’t gonna know what the f-ck hit you in the face
but that sh-t gonna hurt
cause i’m drunk and i’m high… and i hit a bunch of juuls so
the thing is you gonna be dead pretty much
(he is the youngest chef ever to receive a 5 star rating)

(hook)
told my momma can’t stop ‘til the top (nope)
told my homies don’t f-ck with the cops (no)
just spent about 7 bands on the clock
(straight up)
just had about 7 hands on my c-ck
(yeah)
just went from 7 fans to a lot
(yeah)
club ain’t checking my hands in the spot
(nope)
blue strips stacking till the rubber bands pop
(yeah)
lotta goes going when the rubber bands drop (what else)

(bridge)
i drop it (they pick it up)
can’t stop it ( can’t finish up)
can’t drop it (won’t finish us)
like a rocket (i’m lifting up)
i just cop it (they fix it up)
we be mobbing (no hitting us)
just want noggin (don’t hit me up)
b-tch i’m restin’ (don’t get me up)

i gotta keep moving they stagnant these hoes looking badder these hoes looking different
my bro keep the dope in the cabinet don’t even matter cause js gone be sniffing it
i like the cash when it’s flipping i’m back in the city im draped down and dripping
they get the bag and they zip it they throw it i catch it i ain’t ever missin it

they throw it (i’m catching it)
i’m romiiin ( the chef and sh-t)
i’m rolling (it’s mexican)
my homies (they wreckin sh-t)
she lonely (i left the b-tch)
she won’t me (i check the b-tch)
get the money (especially)
feel like tony

i-i-i-i-i got the check and sh-t i feel like tony
velveeta stick to me like macaroni
i sent the gds on you and ya homies
pullin’ the foreign the bad b-tches want me
b-tch when i sneeze you better say “bless you”
b-tch when i pee get out of my restroom
i let yo main b-tch stay in my guest room
swallow my kids then she gone s-x you

b-tch i’m on hennessy i don’t want a six pack
b-tch i’m in tennessee don’t know when i’ll get back
hoes tryna finish me i can outlive that
broke boys mad cause i’m bringing out the big racks
got a big drum on the glizzy better get back
feel like merk lotta hoes in the kickback
when chef came through he said “where my b-tch at?”
after she with me you can’t get ya b-tch back
cause i-

(hook)
told my momma can’t stop ‘til the top (nope)
told my homies don’t f-ck with the cops (no)
just spent about 7 bands on the clock
(straight up)
just had about 7 hands on my c-ck
(yeah)
just went from 7 fans to a lot
(yeah)
club ain’t checking my hands in the spot
(nope)
blue strips stacking till the rubber bands pop
(yeah)
lotta goes going when the rubber bands drop (what else)

(bridge)
i drop it (they pick it up)
can’t stop it ( can’t finish up)
can’t drop it (won’t finish us)
like a rocket (i’m lifting up)
i just cop it (they fix it up)
we be mobbing (no hitting us)
just want noggin (don’t hit me up)
b-tch i’m restin’ (don’t get me up)

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

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