| We-we-we'll bring the chef to you
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| My niggas cookin' and they cater to
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| For these tips, let’s see what a waiter, huh
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| For these chips, let’s see what a hater do, huh
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| Get killed, that’s just what a hater do
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| And my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable
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| And I ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable
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| Her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
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| Rat, trapped
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| Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
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| Real killers move in silence, no tattoos
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| Twelve o’clock, youngin' doin' hits on the Mongoose
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| Had it up to here, I’m in snow boots
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| A nigga treat me like gold, he gon' eat me like soul food
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| A nigga treat me like gold, he gon' eat me like soul food
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| Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news
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| Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news
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| Bad bitch, she don’t eat fast food
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| Good pussy, she don’t eat fast food
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| Bad bitches got a bad attitude
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| Couple shots, she gotta use the bathroom
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| We-we-we'll bring the chef to you
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| My niggas cookin' and they cater to
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| For these tips, let’s see what a waiter, huh
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| For these chips, let’s see what a hater do, huh
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| Get killed, that’s just what a hater do
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| And my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable
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| And I ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable
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| Her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
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| Rat, trapped
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| Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
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| Hey
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| If your daddy was a rat, call you Nicki Burns
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| It’s at least sixty racks when I lift my arm
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| So many bitches in the room, you gotta pick a turn
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| Niggas stab me in my back, but you live and learn
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| I done seen niggas get killed over those little jokes
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| My daddy put a nigga on, got killed for the bros
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| You think it’s strippers in the whip the way we ride with poles
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| Shit I’m doin' e’rryday be niggas' life goals
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| If your people was rats, then you’re bloodline
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| We can’t find out where you at, then your 'cuz dyin'
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| I just count it out, two hunnid, gave me butterflies
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| I order steak when I get hungry, get it butterfly
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| Come back in white hunnids, bitch, I’m colorblind
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| Tore up street, it’s easy money, fuck the other side
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| It’s a thirty on your chop, it’s a drum on me
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| They gon' get nervous in the spot if I come inside
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| And it’s crazy, niggas brag about my old bitch
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| I had them hoes homesick from all the road trips
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| I put M30s in her skirt, told her, «Hold this»
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| I got a Uzi in this Vert, spray the whole clip
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| It’s easy money
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| My daddy was your vet before you had a vet
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| I’m thinkin' new Patek, you thinkin' Somerset
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| My daddy had them keys, still got his set
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| I made two hunnid off the piece thanks to my connect
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| Just excuse me if I sneeze, a nigga really blessed
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| They tried to give her forty Gs, niggas really stressed
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| I showed a crib from overseas, I thought the bench was pressed
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| I made a deal for thirty Gs, I had my bitch collect
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| I skate the plug, can’t really read, still show respect
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| We made a fortune off them Bs, nigga, get some rest
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| Might send a fortune at your team, hit a nigga set
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| Ain’t no abortions in our genes, from my daddy pack
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| Huh, yeah
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| My daddy gangster and he rich, that’s a fact
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| Real nigga, took his time on the chin, that’s on that
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| I can go anywhere, nigga, you know Tay steps
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| And a freak out the country just to get her waist snatched
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| I fuck niggas' bitches, boy, you can’t hit mine
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| You ain’t got one kid and I can’t switch mine
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| Like a fight in the hair salon, you see clips flyin'
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| My son, daddy, he would never be like 6ix9ine
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| I hit her and both her friends, that’s a three-peat
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| You fucked that little bitch raw and she got BB
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| In your bitch pussy or the bank is where you see me
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| Understand I’m pointin' at niggas like you E. T
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| Got the best route, we like Waze with this shit
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| I head off for BME and you paid for the bitch
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| Gave it up in thirty minutes, you spent days with the bitch
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| I hurt your feelings, they had that dad take your bitch, huh
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| We sell drugs, I’m swipin' too, huh
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| For some ice, let’s see what your wife would do, go
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| Straight for the head, somethin' light-light should do
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| Daddy a rat, I can see the mice in you
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| We-we-we'll bring the chef to you
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| My niggas cookin' and they cater to
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| For these tips, let’s see what a waiter, huh
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| For these chips, let’s see what a hater do, huh
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| Get killed, that’s just what a hater do
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| And my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable
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| And I ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable
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| Her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
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| Rat, trapped
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| Yeah, 'cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
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| Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news, yeah
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| Been had that bitch, yeah, she old news, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rat , by - DeJ Loaf. Song from the album It's A Set Up!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп