| Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face
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| when in actuality you really have ill feelings toward that person
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| Lady momma momma top of the world and I aint stoppin’no
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| things goin’change today my thing droppin’droppin'
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| see you when I was broke-broke
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| ain’t said nuttin'-no
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| now that the nigga poppin all them bitches get to jeffin
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| when you see me rollin’up- Stop Jeffin! |
| Stop Jeffin!
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| they be like «whassup"Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!
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| yea you- Stop Jeffin!
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| We ain’t cool- Stop Jeffin!
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| point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! |
| Stop Jeffin! |
| Da na na na
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| This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single
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| you call it jockin’but stop jeffin’s what we bring you
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| it’s when people really hate you but love you when you in the place
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| so if ya «don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey!»
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| don’t be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it
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| Jeffery from Jefferson City I’m sick and I’ll pull the kill-switch
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| talkin’behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel wit’it
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| and if it’s real then we can deal wit’it
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| jeffin is ass-kissin'then talkin trash dissin'
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| when you missin’when you present he bitchin'"have chicken"
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| no gizzard he 'bout to get it wit’a liver be
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| welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie
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| swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second
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| turn around and cut me down I’ma catch you rollin’Prospect
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| and my obsession will begin or I consend a nigga in glock heaven
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| so mafucka stop jeffin!
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| What’s happenin'
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| this for them niggas that saw we shappin’them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas
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| «oooo he so clean wit’it»
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| slappin’two fifteens canary yellow bright
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| ho’s like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night
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| every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight
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| mafuckers they wont do it but they ain’t livin’right
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| where you get your shoes from? |
| where you get your weed at?
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| whatcha freakin’eyes on man I know your gee’s fat
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| but I don’t really fuck wit’this nigga
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| put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck wit’this nigga
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| cause I’m jeffin-jeffin no I cant help ya-help ya
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| grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin
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| off of deuce click homie yea I’m keepin’it reppin'
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| keepin’it flexin’keepin’all you Jeffery’s in session
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| «correction"and I don’t really know what the fuck
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| hell nah I don’t know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin
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| They rest to death in my skinny’s and twenty-three's
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| you get dressed to impress but you lookin’like mini me’s
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| but the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin’me
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| makes me question the jesture of your sexuality «Hey!»
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| you niggas approach me like y’all the bitches be all up on my dick
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| askin’for telephone numbers hopin’to take pictures of shit
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| if I wasn’t in this business you niggas wouldn’t even call
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| you see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin’balls
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| hey Kutt can you get on my album nigga y’all click is the shit
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| you puttin’the town on the map I’m thinking this nigga’s a bitch
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| when I wasn’t makin’no noise you wasn’t a part of no Kutty
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| no I’ma tax you mafuckers for half of your budgets
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| take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it
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| inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it
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| it smell like I’m rich don’t it, I know when you pimps want it
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| so quit all that chattin’you ain’t equip for this shit fold-it |