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chefdox - they seemed to like it lyrics

[intro]
she said don’t like my writing
your friends seem to like it
the cookbooks not the type to get underestimated
overestimated, perfectly balanced the only way to say it
album of the year already you don’t have to wait to say it
if i had to weigh my bag that sh+t would break the scale
my bag big like pg
lob city you know me and throb litty
me and tg me and friday me and all the boys we get it my way
if that sh+t looks like a p we gotta flip it sideways
cuz i been in the queue for the interview tryna find a place to accept my book cooking for you
i’m cooking for my crew don’t forget me too
if i loved on 1 just imagine how much i love 2

[verse 1]
loving 2 like a 2 for one
special day so i flip a 4 to a 8
went from flip phone to a iphone 8 just because of the way i’m flippin fakes now they upside down like flippin a v now it’s pointed up
i had 10 bands in a tonka truck
nevermind i ain’t yeat it was hilux
it was hilux i got toys ain’t yoda i’m teaching the force to a young jedi
i’m forcing the exit a long goodbye
if you want electric i’ll+
cuz the cookbook not gon’ wait for a fella to get ready
i was locked in the studio 5 nights i was locked in you can call it freddy’s
but you not gonna
i am not gunna but i’m pushin’ the power
the hot ones
like you eating the wings i got top guns
cuz i’m cruisin’ with tom and with throb he a bad man
cuz he takin’ a dread off ya bombaclaat
just one dreadlock
and i’m aiming at you it’s a headshot
it is chefdox
[bridge]
your friends seemed to like it
you tried to fight it but you can’t fight what’s really in the dark cuz that sh+t gon’ light up
you can’t fight what really be a shark cuz that sh+t gon’ bite ya
you can’t fight what really be the start cuz you gon’ get finished
i ain’t even started i’m too different to be living off a couple million

[part ii]
[verse 2]
imagine your ingredients just left
and you was the chef always tryna cook the best
how can cheffa be his best when somethings on his chest?
when somethings on his head? and it ain’t a cap
and it ain’t a dread
man i feel so dead like i don’t wanna rap
but i just need to lock in, box in, the chefdox in
and he came in to win
he ain’t go through all he did just to misfunction
i just spent a hunnid on the boys cuz they gonna miss the function
cannot be alone when i’m doing me some fun sh+t
ordering my cookbook and it ain’t just lunch sh+t
dinner, breakfast, or whatever
as long as cheffa gets a place on the bookshelf
don’t know how long it’s took now
i don’t need a second look cuz i’m gunning for the first ‘fore i even drop my book
‘fore i even prove myself i had 4th quarter game winners trophy on the shelf
and i had ’em all shook like a quake
you don’t like what’s on your plate?
don’t blame me cuz it’s you who tried to make cheffa’s homebake
it’s like i’m a prodigy these other rappers fake
these other chef’s fake

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