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chef geech - slim's space station كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
geech, yo
turn me up a little, turn me up a little
yeah, it’s going down
smart sundays, slim sundays
i’m back at it

[verse]
i could go a hundred plus years without talkin’ to you lame n_ggas
me and you, we ain’t the same, n_gga
you do instagram for the fame, n_gga
i do it to make the brain bigger—s.m.a.r.t
we ain’t lane switching
ain’t got no time, we too busy on the plane, n_gga
with yo’ dame, n_gga, i’m her side_n_gga
she get high with us
makin’ hits in the studio, she catching vibes with us
you know [?] he from seven_deuce, that’s my wild n_gga
i got one shooter in every hood, i surround n_ggas
being broke is a jokе, that’s why you a clown, n_gga
close the door to success, you is not allowеd, n_gga
big baller ass belly when i’m looking down, n_gga
i been running up a checking and i ain’t run a mile, n_gga
is you really in yo’ feelings, i just wanna know the truth
i can’t be around n0body who just tryna steal the juice
red wine, this ain’t no vermouth, this ain’t no vermouth
you a ho ‘cause you always do what these hoes do
you f_ck me then you f_ck my mans then you f_ck the crew
spread it out over five years to act like it ain’t you
b_tch, it’s you and we know it’s you—you can’t hide the truth
got my vans and amiris on: chicken noodles soup!
red roof, 1942: put it in a caption
now my cell phones flapping, hoes asking, “what’s the address?”
when you really got a passion, you don’t ever be relaxing
me and best friend matching, these are cortez classics
mama turned me to a gentleman, streets turned me to a savage
god showed me it could happen, i thought all of this was magic
i just did another hat trick, three goals in a day
i put my money in the bank, you put your money in they face
that’s lil’ boy sh_t, i’m surprised you old enough to drink
if you got too much pride to see who you is then that’s what you call fake
i’m stuck between a rock and hard place
ridin’ down 4_5 like a oj car chase
that’s la with my n_gga, mont—no rj
guns, drugs, and violence is the sh_t that you portray
that’s negative vibes plus it comes with a court date
i’m more t’challa than k!ll monger but don’t get it twisted
you f_ck with me, i drill something
appetite for destruction, i’m equipped with that real hunger
everybody seems to think that i’m just a rebel with a cause
i jumped off the porch and landed on planet mars
charmander wasn’t enough, i had to evolve the sauce turned this broke n_gga to a boss
i’m anti_social but could move the whole culture
aces of spades in my mimosa
labels calling me before i even get to approach ‘em
that just let me know the devil is in motion but god is even closer
discussion isn’t open, this ain’t oprah, this ain’t tv
they taking greezy, i’m a chef, they wanna be me
they wanna see me spray the wall like it’s graffiti
haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain’t easy
ugh
haters want me broke and alone, but b_tches need me
who else gon’ come over and fix the cable while you at work?
all these ex_felons around me is all experts
in what they got jammed for, it won’t happen again though
[outro]

- chef geech

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