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letra de grassfed - chef zoot

[intro]
-chef zoot rips bong and exhales-

[verse 1: chef zoot]
everywhere i look there’s b-tches tryna smash
numba’ one option is f-ck a hoe and dash
young kid stuntin’ just tryna get some cash
and i sell a little dope and i cut a little cl-ss
everyone on soundcloud sound the f-ckin same
only 18 but i changed the f-ckin game
lookin at these rappers and their sh-t’s reused
clean fresh flow and you know i spit the truth
young asian kid and i get no respect
top of the charts and i’m stealin’ yo check
never saw me comin’ and you never guess whats next
see me wit yo b-tch and i’m givin’ her that neck
f-ck the bro code i don’t care what it say
(slow) april showers bring may flowers
shower with her in april…
give her flowers in may

[verse 2: chef zoot]
love is a game and i never press play
if feelings come thru then i tell em go away
yo f-ck relationships…
i’m just tryna get laid
i’m just tryna get paid
i’m just tryna get paper
we should get the weed catered
unroll a couple roaches
and i save that sh-t for later
king size slims they’re the best of the best
take anotha’ hit til you feel it in ya chest
faded as f-ck, take the double eyelid test
wrote the lyrics down, but i forgot the rest
zooted right now and i’m rappin’ from the dome
would study hard but i left my brain at home
calling all you rappers, never pickin’ up the phone
now i’m sitting in a chair, in the future it’s a throne

[chorus]
i can’t stop right now
i can’t go without

[verse 3: chef zoot]
call her crash dummy cuz i know i’m gonna smash it
flexin’ on my b-tches wearin’ frugal male fashion
leavin’ girls wet after every interaction
tryin’ so hard but you get no reaction
took my girl to prom but we ain’t even matchin’ tho
b-tches on ya snapchat, but you ain’t get no action tho
never bustin’ quick, they say i’m everlasting
getting paid every day from the cradle to the casket

[refrain: chef zoot]
if you gon’ do you, then do it by yourself
i don’t need no backstabbers you can go to h-ll
i end up in fortune 500, you in jail
i be stackin’ bands while you can’t meet yo’ bail

[chorus]
i can’t f-ck with you no more
i can’t be stuck with you no more

- chef zoot

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