Chef Mal - Seagulls (feat. Styla the Northway) Lyrics

Chef in this bitch and I tear the pussy up
Chicks drop dresses when smelling my musk
Give me the mic and I beat the booth up
Ate my whole plate but I didn't get enough
Chef go hard but I think she fell in lust
Chef go hard demon shaking off the dust
Chef go hard like I'm forming up a crust
Chef go hard Mars Elon musk uh

Mixing up my words like I'm done giving f*cks
But I still deliver like ice cream trucks
You looking at my style like you lookin at yah crush
While I stare at yah chick she got a nice butt

I'm waving through this bitch, I'm clearing out the webs
You barking like a dog got me laughing kinda dead
I'm dressed up in Nike while I'm baking up some bread
If you wanna do rounds then I'll put it to yah head

God damn man you f*ckin with a man that got a plan
I'm spitting bars at manakins kicking it in hammocks
Im setting up my trap like I'm laying down bananas
Yo, Bitch I go hard get a casa in Havana

Geez calm down, get cha demon on a leash
Please stand up, get the f*ck up off yah knees
Worship me, cause I give a verse for free
Concrete Webber, I'm f*cking up your beat

Go toe to toe, but chu can't compare these
Open up the door, lion mode, never flee
Twisting up the key, unlock all my steez
I need me a honey, I am a worker bee

Yo money in the air, but I don't seem to care
Snare hit the bass, just flared out the space
I'm slamming down my bevel, I'm ending on the case
That chef so fresh, style is outter space