Coming in with the sauce
Like I’m Bobby Bob Ross
You can kiss my f#cking #ss
But don’t forget the lip gloss
There is no competition
I battle my own war
It’s me and the boss
We drank a Heiny two-four
Man you have no idea
Who your facing
Try to keep up with these
Stupid flows and pacing
Gotta give respect
To the ice cream man
But he’s selling other sorts of
Products right behind his van
Free delivery
Is how his f#cking business ran
He’s giving out free samples
That is a part of his plan
I’m like a prodigy
And a blessing to you all
I’m zooming down the highway
Within the UHAUL
So beep, beep, beep
Get the f#ck out of my way
Get your bum right off the road
Go and drive another day
So beep, beep, beep
Get the f#ck out of my way
Get your bum right off the road
Go and drive another day
Imma take a little trip
Down memory lane
I was cooking in the kitchen
And I couldn’t complain
Turn up the f#cking gain
Time to pop the champagne
Collecting all the lettuce
From bills to romaine
You verses me
Now that’s gonna be a push
First, I’d drop the empty
Tall can of light Busch
Second, take a bath
You reek of loud Kush
It was so f#cking bad
I had to go shush
Third and last of all
The final protocol
I’m gonna smoke you out
Like packs of minty menthol
When your feeling small
I’m not answering your call
I’m occupied and looking
For the booze and alcohol
It’s ten in the morning
Get the Kraken down and pouring
Take a shot without a warning
We’ll be drinking till the morning
And when it is the afternoon
I’m acting like a loony tune
Buzzing now I feel immune
I guess we’ll see what’s coming soon
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Chef Borges & Tae Sax Lyrics – THE FUNK