Meth, GHOST, Rae - Mef vs. Chef 2 lyrics
[Meth, GHOST, Rae - Mef vs. Chef 2 lyrics]
Yo blow my nose for me, man
Word up, man (Fuck them)
Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
We them risk getters
Everything real 'bout this
Duke, you fucking with them
Niggas that's splashed up
Slave master's master, dumb move
Blast your slut
We want it all, living in Persia
Burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
(Yo, take Yo, drive that around the
Corner, come here, Ershkama, come here
Ershkama)
Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the track sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the cash rule
Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't 'bout getting some bread
Don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce (Come on)
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble and deep
Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best? We hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
(Yo, yo, do that for me
Dunny, he around here, man
Go around that car)
Niggas dig in they nose and dig in they ass
When I got chips
Can't none of y'all dig in my bag
I pop shit, my killers is black
I got chicks that got chicks
My real world realer than rap
I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth beyond lyrical
Wake up every morning
Eat that Captain Crunch cereal
That's that shit right there
Dick game super, grouper fish
Cris' Krug lottos, I'ma bring it back
One wish fresh to death, I'm always
Always Rae in the hallways, yeah, always stay
Y'all rappers gon' feel my pain
But the other way around
When it's going down, i'm gon' reign
That's my chair, nigga
Get the fuck out of it
Yo fuck you, pay me
If Dirt Dog could see me now
He'd probably say, "Fuck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
Durag your dome, get wavy
Rap ain't done shit for me lately
It's ass backwards
This game trying to play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fuck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me
Weigh he just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'ma keep it real for real G's
Niggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that, I'm paid in flossy
Rich in the mind
I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
Y'all niggas is playing me, man, f
Word up, man (Fuck them)
Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
We them risk getters
Everything real 'bout this
Duke, you fucking with them
Niggas that's splashed up
Slave master's master, dumb move
Blast your slut
We want it all, living in Persia
Burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
(Yo, take Yo, drive that around the
Corner, come here, Ershkama, come here
Ershkama)
Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the track sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the cash rule
Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't 'bout getting some bread
Don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce (Come on)
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble and deep
Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best? We hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
(Yo, yo, do that for me
Dunny, he around here, man
Go around that car)
Niggas dig in they nose and dig in they ass
When I got chips
Can't none of y'all dig in my bag
I pop shit, my killers is black
I got chicks that got chicks
My real world realer than rap
I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth beyond lyrical
Wake up every morning
Eat that Captain Crunch cereal
That's that shit right there
Dick game super, grouper fish
Cris' Krug lottos, I'ma bring it back
One wish fresh to death, I'm always
Always Rae in the hallways, yeah, always stay
Y'all rappers gon' feel my pain
But the other way around
When it's going down, i'm gon' reign
That's my chair, nigga
Get the fuck out of it
Yo fuck you, pay me
If Dirt Dog could see me now
He'd probably say, "Fuck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
Durag your dome, get wavy
Rap ain't done shit for me lately
It's ass backwards
This game trying to play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fuck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me
Weigh he just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'ma keep it real for real G's
Niggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that, I'm paid in flossy
Rich in the mind
I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
Y'all niggas is playing me, man, f