letra de jeff hardy - babychiefdoit
[intro]
(hoodrich)
[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b-tch, i’m back, i’m back and i’m better
n-ggas claimin’ the stat, that sh-t be cap, n-ggas never applyed no pressure
he run, he done, put a hole in his back, got his little ass smokin’ like lester
, , , padded leather
what the f-ck you thought? n-gga, this sh-t cost, no cheap sh-t whatsoever
right outside your door, pay me what you owe, b-tch, i feel like a bill collector
it was me and dog ass all summer
we was f-ckin’ these hoes together
always at some ho house knockin’ sh-t down with my motherf-ckin’ pipe on her dresser
[verse]
b-ttons get off, fft, that motherf-cker sound like it just farted
babychiefdoit ass back from the dead, y’all must don’t know what the f-ck y’all started
i’m the studio crunk as f-ck, n-gga, can turn me up, off x, r-t-rded
runnin’ low on shields,
i say, your ass will get k!lled over a dollar
fat-ass .40 inside of my boxers
f-ck i look like bein’ a boxer?
i do not like you n-ggas, i won’t kick it, play no soccer
hoes keep claimin’ they talk to me, knowin’ d-mn well they couldn’t make my roster, quit f-ckin’ lyin’
she thinkin’ she clear ’cause she do all the suckin’
she she gave more head than she got body
they think i’m sweet just because i’m little and i got more head than i got body
i’m tryna get rich and move in with my b-tch so we can do crack like whitney and bobby
i d-mn near changed my number after “rollin'” dropped, can’t lie, i was movin’ too c-cky
i was movin’ too c-cky, b-tch
f-ck comin’ through with a standard clip, i’m tryna smack buddy ass with the hockey stick
i’ll walk down any n-gga block, beatin’ on my chest, i be on some monkey sh-t
if you think i’ma hit your block with sneaky slide, your ass a dummy, b-tch
disrespect will not be tolerated, please watch what fly out your f-ckin’ lips
they ass’ll probably ask, so please don’t ask me if i f-cked your b-tch
i’ma put it like this, if it’s smoke, it’s smoke, i ain’t makin’ no f-ckin diss
i’ma show y’all ass how it is, if you come for chiefdoit, then you better not f-ckin’ miss
i say
[chorus]
i said i was done, but, b-tch, i’m back, i’m back and i’m better
n-ggas claimin’ the stat, that sh-t be cap, n-ggas never applyed no pressure
he run, he done, put a hole in his back, got his little ass smokin’ like lester
ksubi jeans, chrome hearts sweater, jumbo laced, padded leather
what the f-ck you thought? n-gga, this sh-t cost, no cheap sh-t whatsoever
right outside your door, pay me what you owe, b-tch, i feel like a bill collector
it was me and dog ass all summer
we was f-ckin’ these hoes together
always at some ho house knockin’ sh-t down with my motherf-ckin’ pipe on her dresser
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