METH-GHOST-RAE - Meth V.S. Chef Part II lyrics

rate me

Yo, blow my nose for me, man

Word up, man (fuck them)

Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch

We them wrist 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 that, drive that around the corner

Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu

Rap athletes, the trap 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

Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians

Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo

It's only when we in beef, we humble in 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, go around that car

Niggas, digging they nose, and digging they ass

When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag

I pop shit, my killas 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, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos

I'm a bring it back, one wish

Fresh to death, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways

Yeah, always stay

Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around

When it's going down, I'm gon' rain

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

Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done shit for me lately

It's ass backwards, this game trynna 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'm a 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

Ya'll niggas is playing me, man