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Bobby Flay Video (MV)




Performed By: Je'kel Abass
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: John Mitchell II, Uyi-Osa Irowa




Je'kel Abass - Bobby Flay Lyrics




I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay

I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay

New coupe and it float like a feather
If I want her, then I'ma go get her
Chasing paper, yes, I'm a go-getter
I need me some hundreds or better

Rose diamonds gold, VVS on froze, might f*ck around and change the weather
You niggas lame, I played the game, now I'm rocking Ferragamo leather

You niggas don't know me, so please don't act like you're my bro
I don't got no time for no hoes, but your bitch in the kitchen whippin' bowls

Like Metro, the bitch wanted more
Like a Crock-Pot, you niggas is slow
If she ain't tryna get sautéed, then the little bitch gotta go

F*cked a bitch watching Food Network, after that she got "Chopped"
All you niggas like Kenny Beats, all of you niggas is opps
Pulled up on your bitch last night, and she just gave me some slop ...
You gotta stop

Your pockets is hungry, they look anorexic
My pockets is full, your shit be looking pathetic
Always come in first, no I do not f*ck with second
Niggas be stealing my style, spreading like an epidemic

If a nigga talk shit, he might get whacked
If you run up on me, you might get slapped
Pulling up on your daughter, she might get tapped
Pulling up on your bitch, she might get BLACKED

I'll take a lil' bitch, then I'll hit from behind and I'll break a bitch back like a Kit-Kat
I'll pop a lil' nigga like a Tic Tac

Everything you say is big cap
Everything I say is big facts
LV and Gucci, had to mismatch
Everyday I'm counting up big stacks

Left a bitch on read, I don't chitchat
When my niggas pull up, you better get back
Bad lil' vibe, she a big snack
I spit bars, but I don't rap (Lil' bitch)

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay

I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
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English

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay

I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay

New coupe and it float like a feather
If I want her, then I'ma go get her
Chasing paper, yes, I'm a go-getter
I need me some hundreds or better

Rose diamonds gold, VVS on froze, might f*ck around and change the weather
You niggas lame, I played the game, now I'm rocking Ferragamo leather

You niggas don't know me, so please don't act like you're my bro
I don't got no time for no hoes, but your bitch in the kitchen whippin' bowls

Like Metro, the bitch wanted more
Like a Crock-Pot, you niggas is slow
If she ain't tryna get sautéed, then the little bitch gotta go

F*cked a bitch watching Food Network, after that she got "Chopped"
All you niggas like Kenny Beats, all of you niggas is opps
Pulled up on your bitch last night, and she just gave me some slop ...
You gotta stop

Your pockets is hungry, they look anorexic
My pockets is full, your shit be looking pathetic
Always come in first, no I do not f*ck with second
Niggas be stealing my style, spreading like an epidemic

If a nigga talk shit, he might get whacked
If you run up on me, you might get slapped
Pulling up on your daughter, she might get tapped
Pulling up on your bitch, she might get BLACKED

I'll take a lil' bitch, then I'll hit from behind and I'll break a bitch back like a Kit-Kat
I'll pop a lil' nigga like a Tic Tac

Everything you say is big cap
Everything I say is big facts
LV and Gucci, had to mismatch
Everyday I'm counting up big stacks

Left a bitch on read, I don't chitchat
When my niggas pull up, you better get back
Bad lil' vibe, she a big snack
I spit bars, but I don't rap (Lil' bitch)

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay

I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay

I sauté your bitch like I'm Bobby Flay
I sauce on your bitch with the Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
Bobby Flay
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Writer: John Mitchell II, Uyi-Osa Irowa
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