BETTY CROCKER by Chef Borges & Tae Sax lyrics

BETTY CROCKER

Chef Borges & Tae Sax

GENRE

Rap

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APPLE MUSIC

AMAZON MUSIC

DEEZER

[Verse]
All I'm really saying
Is that your gonna need a doctor
Over load that belly
With the Betty fucking Crocker
Oh shit he passed out
Shocker
Can't even blame him because
I took his girl and rocked her
Took him to the morgue
And we had to escort him
Couldn't handle my vibe
According the post-mortem
I'm the spitting racoon
I'll go dig through your trash
Hit the dash, get the cash
Leave the fucking rest to ash
Like I'm a caveman
I can't behave man
The chef, the chef
Is what you fucking crave man
Chilling with the squadron
Likе a colony of ants
When this song is over
You may fucking pop your pants
And I'll make you go apе
That your hanging off the fence
So when it gets intense
At least the zoo is my defense
So what will it be
A pint, glass or bottle
Heiny on the set
Were going full fucking throttle
So what will it be
A pint, glass or bottle
Heiny on the set
Were going full fucking throttle
So what will it be
A pint, glass or bottle
Heiny on the set
Were going full fucking throttle