Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Jeffin’, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Feature Presentation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.10.2008
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Stop Jeffin’ |
| Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face |
| when in actuality you really have ill feelings toward that person |
| Lady momma momma top of the world and I aint stoppin’no |
| things goin’change today my thing droppin’droppin' |
| see you when I was broke-broke |
| ain’t said nuttin'-no |
| now that the nigga poppin all them bitches get to jeffin |
| when you see me rollin’up- Stop Jeffin! |
| Stop Jeffin! |
| they be like «whassup"Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! |
| yea you- Stop Jeffin! |
| We ain’t cool- Stop Jeffin! |
| point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! |
| Stop Jeffin! |
| Da na na na |
| This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single |
| you call it jockin’but stop jeffin’s what we bring you |
| it’s when people really hate you but love you when you in the place |
| so if ya «don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey!» |
| don’t be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it |
| Jeffery from Jefferson City I’m sick and I’ll pull the kill-switch |
| talkin’behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel wit’it |
| and if it’s real then we can deal wit’it |
| jeffin is ass-kissin'then talkin trash dissin' |
| when you missin’when you present he bitchin'"have chicken" |
| no gizzard he 'bout to get it wit’a liver be |
| welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie |
| swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second |
| turn around and cut me down I’ma catch you rollin’Prospect |
| and my obsession will begin or I consend a nigga in glock heaven |
| so mafucka stop jeffin! |
| What’s happenin' |
| this for them niggas that saw we shappin’them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas |
| «oooo he so clean wit’it» |
| slappin’two fifteens canary yellow bright |
| ho’s like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night |
| every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight |
| mafuckers they wont do it but they ain’t livin’right |
| where you get your shoes from? |
| where you get your weed at? |
| whatcha freakin’eyes on man I know your gee’s fat |
| but I don’t really fuck wit’this nigga |
| put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck wit’this nigga |
| cause I’m jeffin-jeffin no I cant help ya-help ya |
| grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin |
| off of deuce click homie yea I’m keepin’it reppin' |
| keepin’it flexin’keepin’all you Jeffery’s in session |
| «correction"and I don’t really know what the fuck |
| hell nah I don’t know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin |
| They rest to death in my skinny’s and twenty-three's |
| you get dressed to impress but you lookin’like mini me’s |
| but the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin’me |
| makes me question the jesture of your sexuality «Hey!» |
| you niggas approach me like y’all the bitches be all up on my dick |
| askin’for telephone numbers hopin’to take pictures of shit |
| if I wasn’t in this business you niggas wouldn’t even call |
| you see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin’balls |
| hey Kutt can you get on my album nigga y’all click is the shit |
| you puttin’the town on the map I’m thinking this nigga’s a bitch |
| when I wasn’t makin’no noise you wasn’t a part of no Kutty |
| no I’ma tax you mafuckers for half of your budgets |
| take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it |
| inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it |
| it smell like I’m rich don’t it, I know when you pimps want it |
| so quit all that chattin’you ain’t equip for this shit fold-it |