lil boom – chef boyardee lyrics
[intro: lil boom]
yuh
swag
lil boom
yuh
swag
[verse 1: lil boom]
who the f-ck is you
swerving in the coupe
cooking shit too
b-tch i thought you knew
hunnids on me too
and them b-tches blue
b-tch it’s lil boom
who the f-ck are you
i got two b-tches and yeah they bi-sexual
feel like a chef when i’m whippin up edibles
step on a n-gg- like he was a pedestal
b-tch wanna f-ck off, get her off my schedule
n-gg- is u serious
ride in that jag jus like fast and the furious
tryna converse, n-gg- f-ck n-gg- period
pull off a joint, man that b-tch acting curious
time to get rid of it
i be trappin off the beeper, yuh
i be ballin off the meeter, yuh
my b-tch g-y like quenn latifah, yuh
my b-tch bald like freiza, yuh
you a f-ck n-gg-, so don’t hit my phone
pull in the rari, the ceiling is gone
i know she fine, imma suck on her toes
i know she fine, imma suck on her toes
i stay with my dog just like johnny test
choppa spittin, you gon’ lose health
young n-gg- tryna get the wealth
and i stay rappin like taco bell
my diamonds they dancin on a n-gg-
money green like it was piccolo lil n-gg-
thats yo b-tch, she betta get yo hoe lil n-gg-
off a xan i feel invincible lil n-gg-
she f-ckin wit me cause she know i put in work
dread head choppas, lil uzi vert
lil brick gon’ hit it where it hurt
choppa clean a n-gg- like some dish detergent
yuh!
[bridge 1: lil boom]
you’s a lame n-gg-
yo can’t even whip no brick
i’m a real n-gg-
i just ran off with the shit
i got h-lla swag
in this bag, h-lla cash
i just f-ck on yo mom
so that’s why she call me dad
pull up to yo block
and i’m swerving really fast yeah
pull up in that m-th-f-ckin’ ghost
like i’m casper
cookin shit like chef boyardee
all these n-gg-s acters
all this god d-mn money on me
i can throw it faster
[verse 2: lil boom]
i ride in the beam
and that shit so clean
i skeet on her face
then i gotta leave
you try to rob me
you better retreat
you get yo -ss popped
like it’s sensu beans
my diamonds, they hotter than two thick b-tches naked
straight booty shaking on the h-ll’s gate
big face rollie, like a license plate
yo b-tch raped me on the first date
[bridge 2: lil boom]
these n-gg-s want me so dead
they don’t like me, oh well
i know i’m a rapper
but i’m cooking shit up like chef
n-gg- what’s the business
flexin’ like fitness
catch me in the kitchen
i be high tech sippin’
[outro]
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (swag)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (yuh)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (lil boom)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (swag)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (yuh)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (swag)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (god d-mn)
chef boyardee, i’m cookin that dope (yuh)
swag (yuh)
my leg!
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