CHEF BOYARDEE
Cant explain
Dripping cinnamon and honey down my thighs got'em addicted
I'm the cure that he been missin
But I can't complain
Turn nothing into something
Got this magic in my veins, similar to the grim reaper
And I do this for my brothas (yeah, yeah)
And I do this for my cousins (yeah,yeah)
I swear to GOD if I ever make it, then Ima take the whole family with me
Flying zip to zip on my favorite Rocketship
They be like
Wea u at
Yo mind yo business
They be like
"I want him back"
Then bitch come get him
Taught him the recipe
Now He in my kitchen
Chef Boyardee
He cooking me dinner
Chef Boyardee
He serve me dinner
I be making moves
And that's all y'all need to know
Different breed, I'm the female piccolo
When I tell my boys I want some blood
They be on the hunt, Like GOO
Choose my deck
Plan strategic
Deal my cards like YU-GI-OH
Swahili meetings
On the phone with Cuba speaking in Yoruba
Born and bred in Florida, you know there's just something in my water
I keep a appetite, on carnivore diet
Tell em add some cayenne pepper seasoning
Let it marinate overnight
I pray to GOD "thank you lord" each and every night
Daily clearing my conscious just in case today I die
Little bit famished
Little bit sadist
Little by little tryna reach my glory
Little by little tryna say I did it
All bear witness
This is my mission
Taking what's mine, you all my victims
Put that On my unborn children
(Hol'up, Hol'up, Hol'up)
(No tape, no caution)
And dont you call me no boss Bitch
I'm Just The boss So watch yo mouth
(Watch yo muthafuckin mouth)
I'm the Empress of the south
Cant explain
Dripping cinnamon and honey down my thighs got'em addicted
I'm the cure that he been missin
But I cant complain
Turn nothing into something
Got this magic in my veins, similar to the grim reaper
And I do this for my brothas (yeah, yeah)
And I do this for my cousins (yeah,yeah)
I swear to GOD if I ever make it, then Ima take the whole family with me
Flying zip to zip on my favorite Rocketship
They be like
Wea u at
Yo mind yo business
They be like
"I want him back"
Then bitch come get him
Taught him the recipe
Now He in my kitchen
Chef Boyardee
He cooking me dinner
Chef Boyardee
He serve me dinner
Dripping cinnamon and honey down my thighs got'em addicted
I'm the cure that he been missin
But I can't complain
Turn nothing into something
Got this magic in my veins, similar to the grim reaper
And I do this for my brothas (yeah, yeah)
And I do this for my cousins (yeah,yeah)
I swear to GOD if I ever make it, then Ima take the whole family with me
Flying zip to zip on my favorite Rocketship
They be like
Wea u at
Yo mind yo business
They be like
"I want him back"
Then bitch come get him
Taught him the recipe
Now He in my kitchen
Chef Boyardee
He cooking me dinner
Chef Boyardee
He serve me dinner
I be making moves
And that's all y'all need to know
Different breed, I'm the female piccolo
When I tell my boys I want some blood
They be on the hunt, Like GOO
Choose my deck
Plan strategic
Deal my cards like YU-GI-OH
Swahili meetings
On the phone with Cuba speaking in Yoruba
Born and bred in Florida, you know there's just something in my water
I keep a appetite, on carnivore diet
Tell em add some cayenne pepper seasoning
Let it marinate overnight
I pray to GOD "thank you lord" each and every night
Daily clearing my conscious just in case today I die
Little bit famished
Little bit sadist
Little by little tryna reach my glory
Little by little tryna say I did it
All bear witness
This is my mission
Taking what's mine, you all my victims
Put that On my unborn children
(Hol'up, Hol'up, Hol'up)
(No tape, no caution)
And dont you call me no boss Bitch
I'm Just The boss So watch yo mouth
(Watch yo muthafuckin mouth)
I'm the Empress of the south
Cant explain
Dripping cinnamon and honey down my thighs got'em addicted
I'm the cure that he been missin
But I cant complain
Turn nothing into something
Got this magic in my veins, similar to the grim reaper
And I do this for my brothas (yeah, yeah)
And I do this for my cousins (yeah,yeah)
I swear to GOD if I ever make it, then Ima take the whole family with me
Flying zip to zip on my favorite Rocketship
They be like
Wea u at
Yo mind yo business
They be like
"I want him back"
Then bitch come get him
Taught him the recipe
Now He in my kitchen
Chef Boyardee
He cooking me dinner
Chef Boyardee
He serve me dinner
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Writer(s): Ara Vasii
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