Testo Master Chef - Sheperd
Testo della canzone Master Chef (Sheperd), tratta dall'album Master Chef
Aye yuh
Whachu wan' feel (Whachu wan' feel?)
Whachu wan' feel (Whachu wan' feel?)
I'm feelin' myself (I'm feelin' myself)
I'm full of myself (I'm full of myself)
Finally get to flex (Finally get to flex)
Bitches want sex (Bbitches want sex)
Probly' cause I'm next (Probly' cause I'm next)
Probly' cause I'm (Yuh, ey)
Probly' cause I'm goin up, goin' up, goin' up (Up!)
Bad bitches outside wanna' come join us
They want me cause they want the coldest
Servin' up, servin' up, servin' up orders
Ey, ey, ey, ey
I'm stirrin' the pot (Stir, stir)
I'm swervin' the block (Swerve, swerve)
I'm curvin' the cops yeah (Ye, ye fuck em, fuck em, fuck em)
Open up shop (Open up)
Hopin' I pop (Hope enough)
Before I'm in the box (Yeuh, yeuh, ah)
But I'm in demand (Mhm, mhm)
Feelin' like the man (Mhm, mhm)
And it might just pan (What?)
Out
Shorty she a fan (Mhm, mhm)
Met her on the gram (Mhm, mhm)
If her dad ever knew, she'd spaz out (Daddy!)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
She play tennis out there in Moldova
I thought that was interesting for people just to know bruh
I don't really give a fuck and right now I sober
Let me see you bend it ova' for me baby girl
Whachu wan' feel (Whachu wan' feel?)
Whachu wan' feel (Whachu wan' feel?)
I'm feelin' myself (I'm feelin' myself)
I'm full of myself (I'm full of myself)
Finally get to flex (Finally get to flex)
Bitches want sex (Bitches want sex)
Probly' cause I'm next (Probly' cause I'm next)
Probly' cause I'm (Yuh, ey)
Probly' cause I'm goin up, goin' up, goin' up (Up!)
Bad bitches outside wanna' come join us
They want me cause they want the coldest
Servin' up, servin' up, servin' up orders
I like all my women imported (Boom, boom, mhm, bitch)
Slide in a Lambo slow like a tortoise (Vroom, vroom, what, whips)
Everyone around gotta put me on notice (Watch! Ey, on god)
Put me on (Put me on) put me on notice
Clips reloaded
If I let 2-3 off
Want me deported
If I let 4-5 off (Ey, ey)
They gon' wan' slump me ova'
Cause I got range like Rova'
And I come clutch like cobra
But I never been a snake dog, that's not what I am
All they wanna do is take from and they wan' pretend
They gon' regret it I swear
I am the one they gon' fear
I am the reason they gotta' go back to the stu' and prepare
Pray that you pullin' your hair
I'm like a bullet that hit you and end it right there
Fuck if you think it's not fair
Look at my face, do I care? (Woo!)
Ima blow up in they face man they wanna' hate me now
Just imagine when I'm out my momma basement (What!)
Whachu wan' feel (Whachu wan' feel?)
Whachu wan' feel (Whachu wan' feel?)
I'm feelin' myself (I'm feelin' myself)
I'm full of myself (I'm full of myself)
Finally get to flex (Finally get to flex)
Bitches want sex (Bitches want sex)
Probly' cause I'm next (Probly cause I'm next)
Probly' cause I'm (Yuh, ey)
Probly' cause I'm goin up, goin' up, goin' up (Up!)
Bad bitches outside wanna' come join us
They want me cause they want the coldest
Servin' up, servin' up, servin' up orders
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Writer(s): Gurvir Dhesi
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