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ybe chef - vvs lyrics

why you hit the beats like okay, heres the one twos
dumb motherf-cker i can motherf-cking count too
racks on racks on racks i blow that sh-t on pokemon cards
and i can say that sh-t because lil cheffory still be going hard
b-tch i rock the ralphie i ain’t never copped no goyard
lil cheffory wanna house so big that b-tch gotta have like four yards
and like ten bathrooms so i can sh-t like wayne
and my b-tch down for whatever whether its sh-t or rain
and they don’t like lil banks because lil cheffory so d-mn absurd
old heads probably sitting back and softly saying “my word”
and b-tch i really came up from the motherf-cking dirt
they like why’s this slap so hard? because lil cheffory put in work
and i think i’m bout to go back to the motherf-cking drawing board
i thought i wanted to rap but this sh-t just got me f-cking bored
bout to take my art online, i think i’m missing a f-ckin sword
and b-tch i’m really sasuke cool, you sakuras just some f-ckin bores

i’m tryna keep it simple, they can’t decode, they ain’t complex
i might go hacker style and just encrypt the f-ckin contents
and ya’ll take sh-t out of context like you complex
yellow journalism in full effect if being honest
oops i spilled some real sh-t you can blame my muscle spasms
and you can keep your opinions, you’re the one that’s been had em
and the way they talk down on the kid i can’t fathom
and i treat these b-tches like some good kush boy i’ma bag em

smoking on the cat p-ss, watch how it get the cat p-ssed
and my main don’t really suck it she just give it little cat kiss
boy i sip the bubbly til my stomach is just remnants
sometimes i like to kick back on the stoop and just reminiscence
sit back and think about, all the people that i truly miss
colby just p-ssed, that’s my big bro, i’m supposed to cope thru this?
swear to god you’ve never seen a motherf-cker as close to dope as this
bro i’m just puttin on for you, any chance i won’t miss

don’t say you heard from me, but foreign b-tch bring foreign kisses
and foreign -ss food if you could make that b-tch your f-ckin mistress
too much green and red in me i’m throwin up some f-ckin christmas
and i remember when i was younger, i threw up every christmas
now i’m in the kitchen whippin up, i’m el cheffo
lil cheffory kishimoto but i ain’t that nice with a pencil
i’m tryna paint the bigger picture, i’m lookin for my stencil
what you thinkin, gold or double v s’s in my dental? aye

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