Make your f*cking money bitch
Now here it go
I just made it here
Dennis call me queer
See I been gone
Was tryna work my shift but that shit just went wrong
I got a thot
She right off the bay
Hostess be her spot
And we got glocks
Kitchen be the gang don't come in less you knock
Now let's get started
This shit all began
Back fore I was tan
Like 17
Shots hit in the spleen
These hoes think I'm mean
I was just a kid
Caught up in the mix
Shorty sucking dicks
Now that's that baywater
Man I can't believe that this is someone's daughter
But now we through
Hit the clock out Doot
"You know how it do"
I need some food
14 hours passed
Cheesesteak looking chewed
Now they put soap
In the f*cking fryer this shits off the wire
I'm like damn that's the third time this week
Shit be looking bleak now here come Al
Fronting on his step
Know he make them checks
And as he walk
They all stand and stare this man be breaking necks
Aw shit
86 the food
That shit wasn't good
But here go ten
We all gonna be off we'll make it until then
But here comes Al
Had to let us have it
Said we not closing
That's the end
We all beat as f*ck and this shit a straight cuck
The food is gone
Nacho struggling
Rach and Gabe are cuddling
And damn there go more people coming now we on a wait
That shit I hate
Walked out to the beach
Puffing on some cheech
They all drunk
Prolly jamming to that Captain Mike that funk
Now I feel that shot
I'm hit in the chest
But I will not rest I grab the burner
Finna poof this man
Like I'm Timmy Turner
Bobby's there
He just sit and stare
This man coming up
We eating wings
Got the sprite it's fizzy no it's not codeine
Now he up front
Talking all the shit
Boutta feel a jump
This man a fool for tryna play us out
He begin to shout
Now he get mad
Say we set him up
Now his wife got dumped
And we say damn that don't mean shit to me yo face look like a rump
So he starts swinging
Shots pop out the Glock
It get my ears ringing
I hit the office for that
Thot Bitch
She from 63rd
And her boyfriend is a snitch I know you lil crackers heard
She was capping on them f*cking cameras.
Hit the hoe with jammers
I get to stepping
I don't give a f*ck I got that lethal weapon
Ah shit
Now we out this bitch
These hoes acting crazy shits
She f*cked on this man three times
No reason or rhyme
So now THEY through
F*ck these lame hoes Doot
This ain't how we do
We need the easy Dunkin girls Doot
Pretty in the foot
And now I'm done
This season is up
Shit was kinda funny
Now we'll call up Al and ask him if he's made his f*cking money!
Cheef - Paradise Story, Pt. 3 Lyrics
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Make your f*cking money bitch
Now here it go
I just made it here
Dennis call me queer
See I been gone
Was tryna work my shift but that shit just went wrong
I got a thot
She right off the bay
Hostess be her spot
And we got glocks
Kitchen be the gang don't come in less you knock
Now let's get started
This shit all began
Back fore I was tan
Like 17
Shots hit in the spleen
These hoes think I'm mean
I was just a kid
Caught up in the mix
Shorty sucking dicks
Now that's that baywater
Man I can't believe that this is someone's daughter
But now we through
Hit the clock out Doot
"You know how it do"
I need some food
14 hours passed
Cheesesteak looking chewed
Now they put soap
In the f*cking fryer this shits off the wire
I'm like damn that's the third time this week
Shit be looking bleak now here come Al
Fronting on his step
Know he make them checks
And as he walk
They all stand and stare this man be breaking necks
Aw shit
86 the food
That shit wasn't good
But here go ten
We all gonna be off we'll make it until then
But here comes Al
Had to let us have it
Said we not closing
That's the end
We all beat as f*ck and this shit a straight cuck
The food is gone
Nacho struggling
Rach and Gabe are cuddling
And damn there go more people coming now we on a wait
That shit I hate
Walked out to the beach
Puffing on some cheech
They all drunk
Prolly jamming to that Captain Mike that funk
Now I feel that shot
I'm hit in the chest
But I will not rest I grab the burner
Finna poof this man
Like I'm Timmy Turner
Bobby's there
He just sit and stare
This man coming up
We eating wings
Got the sprite it's fizzy no it's not codeine
Now he up front
Talking all the shit
Boutta feel a jump
This man a fool for tryna play us out
He begin to shout
Now he get mad
Say we set him up
Now his wife got dumped
And we say damn that don't mean shit to me yo face look like a rump
So he starts swinging
Shots pop out the Glock
It get my ears ringing
I hit the office for that
Thot Bitch
She from 63rd
And her boyfriend is a snitch I know you lil crackers heard
She was capping on them f*cking cameras.
Hit the hoe with jammers
I get to stepping
I don't give a f*ck I got that lethal weapon
Ah shit
Now we out this bitch
These hoes acting crazy shits
She f*cked on this man three times
No reason or rhyme
So now THEY through
F*ck these lame hoes Doot
This ain't how we do
We need the easy Dunkin girls Doot
Pretty in the foot
And now I'm done
This season is up
Shit was kinda funny
Now we'll call up Al and ask him if he's made his f*cking money!
Now here it go
I just made it here
Dennis call me queer
See I been gone
Was tryna work my shift but that shit just went wrong
I got a thot
She right off the bay
Hostess be her spot
And we got glocks
Kitchen be the gang don't come in less you knock
Now let's get started
This shit all began
Back fore I was tan
Like 17
Shots hit in the spleen
These hoes think I'm mean
I was just a kid
Caught up in the mix
Shorty sucking dicks
Now that's that baywater
Man I can't believe that this is someone's daughter
But now we through
Hit the clock out Doot
"You know how it do"
I need some food
14 hours passed
Cheesesteak looking chewed
Now they put soap
In the f*cking fryer this shits off the wire
I'm like damn that's the third time this week
Shit be looking bleak now here come Al
Fronting on his step
Know he make them checks
And as he walk
They all stand and stare this man be breaking necks
Aw shit
86 the food
That shit wasn't good
But here go ten
We all gonna be off we'll make it until then
But here comes Al
Had to let us have it
Said we not closing
That's the end
We all beat as f*ck and this shit a straight cuck
The food is gone
Nacho struggling
Rach and Gabe are cuddling
And damn there go more people coming now we on a wait
That shit I hate
Walked out to the beach
Puffing on some cheech
They all drunk
Prolly jamming to that Captain Mike that funk
Now I feel that shot
I'm hit in the chest
But I will not rest I grab the burner
Finna poof this man
Like I'm Timmy Turner
Bobby's there
He just sit and stare
This man coming up
We eating wings
Got the sprite it's fizzy no it's not codeine
Now he up front
Talking all the shit
Boutta feel a jump
This man a fool for tryna play us out
He begin to shout
Now he get mad
Say we set him up
Now his wife got dumped
And we say damn that don't mean shit to me yo face look like a rump
So he starts swinging
Shots pop out the Glock
It get my ears ringing
I hit the office for that
Thot Bitch
She from 63rd
And her boyfriend is a snitch I know you lil crackers heard
She was capping on them f*cking cameras.
Hit the hoe with jammers
I get to stepping
I don't give a f*ck I got that lethal weapon
Ah shit
Now we out this bitch
These hoes acting crazy shits
She f*cked on this man three times
No reason or rhyme
So now THEY through
F*ck these lame hoes Doot
This ain't how we do
We need the easy Dunkin girls Doot
Pretty in the foot
And now I'm done
This season is up
Shit was kinda funny
Now we'll call up Al and ask him if he's made his f*cking money!
Writer: Colby Lowrey
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