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specxfic – aunt jemima كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: specxfic]
i can’t leave the house, they might be like, “where you go?”
che done called me up, said, “they tryna steal our flow”
we just put five chops in the back of the rental
she said, “i like your jacket,” but this is a moncler coat
she thought this sh_t was gucci but i told her, “bb simon”
n_ggas gettin’ mad, they don’t like the way we living
if i wasn’t rappin’, i’d be swiping or in prison
this ain’t benihanas, you can’t watch me make this chicken

[verse 2: cheromani_]
this ain’t benihanas, when she eat it, finger l!ckin’
dog can’t get caught so wе shootin’ from a distance
i pull the glock out
i got a maybach, we pulling thе top out
ac/dc, where did i rock out?
all eyes on me, so i’m feelin’ like pac now
b_tch, i can’t see so i’m spilling the wock’ out
walk in the party then, b_tch, i’ma walk out
walk in the crib and i’m pulling my c_ck out
b_tch, it’s romani and spec, we on top now
i k!ll a n_gga, they need a white chalk out
[verse 3: specxfic]
he keep on talkin’, i’m pulling the chop out
walk in the block, i walk out the block
my b_tch a nerd, she checkin’ the stocks
b_tch, i was a glass, but now i’m a lock
(like, you get it right, ’cause, you know, [?])
i need the bread, i want it a lot
choppa it [?], we got [?]
we don’t hang, we just rock

[verse 4: cheromani_]
who k!lled your man, i think that i did that
i already spinned, i think we gon’ spin back (f_ck?)
give me my pin back
your b_tch a pig, where the chinny_chin_chin at?
b_tch, i’ma eat on the beatm where the din’ at?
think she a barbie, like give me my ken back
your brother dead, you ain’t getting your kin back
i’m finna clap at his feet like a flip_flap
f_ck, or maybe a flip_flop
your b_tch, she doing my dance on the tik_tok
i spent a band on a muh’f_ckin’ wrist watch
my money fat and it’s lookin’ like rick ross

[verse 5: specxfic]
who the f_ck in here?
my money way too fat like peter
i need a pint so i’m pouring the liter
n_ggas be weird, they acting like—
what’s that smell?
feel like dababy, pack in the mail
i’m in the mix, not no trail
you send him up, we send him to h_ll
she keep on talking but i do not care
look at my left hand, strap in the air
glock make him sit down, give him a chair
indian plug, said, “where is [?]”

- specxfic

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