Raekwon
Raekwon - Blood On Chefs Apron Freestyle songtekst
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Ayo, No matter how we come off, We come off hard Chanel robes on with the vision of God Rifles, The new Kevlars, Under the projects Lead stars, Blow a hole in your leg and dodge Vipers is the niggas you can't trust Pawns'll run up, Horns on they foreheads what's up Crack bag'n, No riches no bitches See the power of the spoon we twist'n Turn'n, Burn that coke up, We did a deal with Pyrex The drug dealers want me to vote Pay extra, Extra want an interview Two million texts, Where the fuck's Cuban Linx II Chill, Perriami, Rarely catch the kid outta character It break jaws if you can't say it, The World is yours Slice her the gravy, Your girl applauds My dick goes to her, You be a man get your grands up This is why my rap thing blew up Realistically, Nobody realer then the kid be Wrist glists like Mr. T, Sure I did Rappers be aware I'm coming, It's like a snow storm bout to hit Check it out the checks is coming, You the new I'm the old Dress better, S. cheddar, Blow'n on some motherfucking Yukon Gold I said it, Meant it, Spent it, Been there Did it ten times, This is why my rhymes is vintage