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Operation Kill Chet Haze

Devon Hendryx
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For I will Hey! If you want another, you get it (Whoo!) Uh, yeah Nighttime, sympathize I returning all white lies Yeah, that's right, but I'ma tell the truth tonight The truth is, your girl is looking tipsy I've been drinking too, I think she coming home with me You ain't gotta wonder when we coming home, comma I'm digging in the cays and I'm looking for a sauna After I find you two is from Obama, next on the list The Pope, Labecka and Dolly Llama? Use to stay for your drama, but I've been impatient Ever since I heard that, wish lady won a van masterbait? Mister, mister, don't you tell me Your product's fake, your dope is frail I get a littlะต scared when I open mail 'Causะต I ran a red light trying to catch the sale I earned that check with a room and payout So you fuck around me, and you get impaled Took these stacks out, you ain't a true blood I know some niggas give you a nude hub Run around the world with that fucking blue slut You ain't ready for this dub, skeet! Aye man, aye Let me get it, let me get it man (Aye) Aw man, uh Playing fine, get smothered in baby shit Jordan, 84', nigga, the greatest bitch Aw man, I gotta do it to ya Niggas can't mess it up, better catch ya rulers Be you lover, niggas a great laid, I schooled ya? Tryna battle me, my nigga, who are you fooling? God, don't make me have to pull my charge My finger, real like an illustrator Don't like my shit, turn down the fade up Bow! These niggas breathin' like Darth Vader Ha, huh, ha, huh Ha, huh, ha, huh Ha, huh, ha, huh Ha, huh, ha, huh Oh my fucking gosh, a rapper just threatened me Gotta cook up a diss before I lose a recipe Fake-rapper-potpie, one scoop of fettuccin Little blunt ash and a splash of fashasness Now, when these times were the least to me There's a lot of artists out there look a lot like Slim Shady Bubble Sparks, Barky Mark Astrorof? Colby You can take a pail lift and lick the bron off my brown speed No color attached and lashed onto hip hop Like young buck stopped, your figure never come back now Stay in your league, you minor, we major We ground hog, homie, you ain't use to petite (Tittie!) Ask Vanilla Ice, rich hill stack-a-league Any suburban fake rapper that had a deal See, I know it's real and I see you right through ya Take you off the atlas like nobody ever knew ya Catch ya when you torn, I'll PlayStation move ya It's an uncharted territory, turn page End story, bitch Nothing on TV, just another day, huh Wish I knew (Sing it, girl!) No one else in this world will do (huh) Darling, please save your love for me (Yeah, uh)