BETTY CROCKER Lyrics – Chef Borges & Tae Sax
Singer: Chef Borges & Tae Sax
Title: BETTY CROCKER
All I’m really saying
Is that your gonna need a doctor
Over load that belly
With the Betty f#cking Crocker
Oh sh#t he passed out
Shocker
Can’t even blame him because
I took his girl and rocked her
Took him to the morgue
And we had to escort him
Couldn’t handle my vibe
According the post-mortem
I’m the spitting racoon
I’ll go dig through your trash
Hit the dash, get the cash
Leave the f#cking rest to ash
Like I’m a caveman
I can’t behave man
The chef, the chef
Is what you f#cking crave man
Chilling with the squadron
Likе a colony of ants
When this song is over
You may f#cking pop your pants
And I’ll make you go apе
That your hanging off the fence
So when it gets intense
At least the zoo is my defense
So what will it be
A pint, glass or bottle
Heiny on the set
Were going full f#cking throttle
So what will it be
A pint, glass or bottle
Heiny on the set
Were going full f#cking throttle
So what will it be
A pint, glass or bottle
Heiny on the set
Were going full f#cking throttle
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Lyrics Chef Borges & Tae Sax – BETTY CROCKER
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