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letra de chris hansen - theycallmejeff

[intro: theycallmejeff]
(you’re using an unneeded f)
(jeff-fuh-fuh)
ahem
uhhh
uh, uh
ahem (jeff, what the f-ck are you doing?)

[verse 1: theycallmejeff]
jeff cause natural disasters, mother nature (yeah, yeah)
i’m a f-ckin’ g*nius, buyin’ them your nomenclature (uh-huh)
the way i spit this sh-t, i’m a f-ckin’ triple-ager
make the beat and send that b-tch to his f-ckin’ maker (r.i.p)
so high, can’t land don’t know sh-t about acres (no i don’t)
chillin’ on the cloud, love the views, i’m a draker (whoop, whoop)
i smoke blunts, not leaves, i am not a raker
blow long, adventure time, stretched out, it’s a jakеr (adventure time)
lеt me give you a tip like a motherf-ckin’ taker (t, yuh)
you can’t f-ck with me like a nun, this is prayer (amen)
b-tch i go ape, i be lookin’ like milo
b-tch i am the sh-t, i might live in a silo (uh, uh, uh)
m-ffler with the heat, yu-gi-oh!, i’m a pyro (yuh, yuh)
i got it wrapped up like a muhf-ckin’ gyro (wrapped up)
with a dynasty, wait, b-tch i’m shiloh
pick the beat up, godd-mn i feel like flylo (wait, who?)
tell these n-ggas study, turn on the f-ckin’ lofi (turn on huh?)
a layin’ tiger in the booth, godd-mn it, oh my (oh my)
you think you’re good as me, i don’t know why (know why)
b-tch i am the best, two chains, no y
[verse 2: ahse]
no y, oh my
leave a bum on these n-ggas like a sty
i’ma die if these n-ggas won’t let me coincide
i reside to ignite, n-gga fire, that was pride
just here with voices like they hear a choir
to advance, like my n-gga smokin’ bl!cks, it’s like three six
it’s the wrong n-gga start sh-t
i don’t off sh-t you start, b-tch
off tip, ’bout to bark, b-tch
voodoo hole, now i’m zooted, ho
no koodos, on pluto, though

[verse 3: theycallmejeff, ahse & ]
f-ck on the beat, that’s the studio polo
bakin’, cookin’ up, i feel like zorro
real f-ckin’ boss, but i feel like gordo (yeah, yeah)
fat n-gga eat, my pockets on gordo (fat, fat)
yeah, ay
why does it sound, and i blow like bill
pour on that b-tch, and i turn her like swish
turnin’ it quick like roll a bl!ck
poppin’ it out, then take my switch

n-gga have a seat like hansen on chris (of course)
high precision accuracy, b-tch i don’t miss (of course)
fresh like a prince, will his
how do i soda, sierra mist
booted on flowers, where is frisk?

- theycallmejeff

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