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Chef Mal - Tragic Lyrics



Chef Mal - Tragic Lyrics




Trent just mixed it, f*cked up a beat
He bringing that heat from the A to the Z
My heart so cold cause I'm rapping out ME
I'll set him with a four get a ball in yah teeth

We moving slow motion but rap really fast
I'm trippin off potions Gimmie sip of that
I'm running on fumes still bringing that gas
Yo chef so bored I'm going back to class

You wanna get chalked, I'll outline you
Yo f*ck yo shit cause I'm backed up too
Please Rap my lines Malachai get loose
Now Open up yah mouth I'll force feed you

I'm way too underrated I got that juice
Keep tripping you up like i tied yah shoes
You Try to match time, I tongue twist you
Bro Try to cover Trent get hit with a juke

Get hit so hard Simon knocked out yah tooth
I haven't had a breath, my face turning blue
How many words can he rhyme with a oooo
I'm jumping out the booth cause I just took a poop

Then I set it on fire, with my alphabetic soup
Put up my middle fingers, an I hit it with a duce
Then I dance on the ashes, with a pink hula-hoop
We be dancing to the groove, just move that body

Maurie Im sorry for going to the party
Fell asleep in the car tried to lie up a story
But we f*cked Sabino, when we signed that table
And I'd do it all again, that party was a fable

When the cops broke it up, I filled up my cup
I Headed out the back all smoked on the cut
This kid too drunk, tryna break through a fence
His SATS they must've been about a 10

Yo look at that girl, she got a nice butt
We got that time, wanna see if she buck
Let's find us a truck I mean it on blood
That white Zinfandel had me falsely in love

Pass me Bacardi an a couple hot tauties
I wanna cause friction and get all hot bodied
Let's Turn up the party let's move it to the lobby
Let me get it off my chest, imma rip it off my flesh

Yo f*ck this kitchen, have fun with the bitching
I've been here 8 years didn't ask for my opinion
Matt did a great job, y'all made a f*cked decision
I just put it on the track, whatchu gonna do bitches?

I'm here for the check, let's not get it twisted
Whatchu gonna do Man, gonna finish my sentence
I'll go through the courts for a case of defamation
How far would you go to get my song off stations

I see clear to better days
Just gave all my f*cks away
Elevated every way
Jump up on, feel my wave
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Trent just mixed it, f*cked up a beat
He bringing that heat from the A to the Z
My heart so cold cause I'm rapping out ME
I'll set him with a four get a ball in yah teeth

We moving slow motion but rap really fast
I'm trippin off potions Gimmie sip of that
I'm running on fumes still bringing that gas
Yo chef so bored I'm going back to class

You wanna get chalked, I'll outline you
Yo f*ck yo shit cause I'm backed up too
Please Rap my lines Malachai get loose
Now Open up yah mouth I'll force feed you

I'm way too underrated I got that juice
Keep tripping you up like i tied yah shoes
You Try to match time, I tongue twist you
Bro Try to cover Trent get hit with a juke

Get hit so hard Simon knocked out yah tooth
I haven't had a breath, my face turning blue
How many words can he rhyme with a oooo
I'm jumping out the booth cause I just took a poop

Then I set it on fire, with my alphabetic soup
Put up my middle fingers, an I hit it with a duce
Then I dance on the ashes, with a pink hula-hoop
We be dancing to the groove, just move that body

Maurie Im sorry for going to the party
Fell asleep in the car tried to lie up a story
But we f*cked Sabino, when we signed that table
And I'd do it all again, that party was a fable

When the cops broke it up, I filled up my cup
I Headed out the back all smoked on the cut
This kid too drunk, tryna break through a fence
His SATS they must've been about a 10

Yo look at that girl, she got a nice butt
We got that time, wanna see if she buck
Let's find us a truck I mean it on blood
That white Zinfandel had me falsely in love

Pass me Bacardi an a couple hot tauties
I wanna cause friction and get all hot bodied
Let's Turn up the party let's move it to the lobby
Let me get it off my chest, imma rip it off my flesh

Yo f*ck this kitchen, have fun with the bitching
I've been here 8 years didn't ask for my opinion
Matt did a great job, y'all made a f*cked decision
I just put it on the track, whatchu gonna do bitches?

I'm here for the check, let's not get it twisted
Whatchu gonna do Man, gonna finish my sentence
I'll go through the courts for a case of defamation
How far would you go to get my song off stations

I see clear to better days
Just gave all my f*cks away
Elevated every way
Jump up on, feel my wave
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Writer: Malachai Hilt
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Performed By: Chef Mal
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Malachai Hilt

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