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lirik lagu rat – dej loaf

[intro]
h*lluva made this beat baby

[chorus: dej loaf]
we*we*we’ll bring the chef to you
my n*ggas cookin’ and they cater to
for these tips, let’s see what a waiter, huh
for these chips, let’s see what a hater do, huh
get k!lled, that’s just what a hater do
and my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable
and i ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable
her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
rat, trapped
yeah, ’cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

[verse 1: dej loaf]
real k!llers move in silence, no tattoos
twelve o’clock, youngin’ doin’ hits on the mongoose
had it up to here, i’m in snow boots
a n*gga treat me like gold, he gon’ eat me like soul food
a n*gga treat me like gold, he gon’ eat me like soul food
been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news
been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news
bad b*tch, she don’t eat fast food
good p*ssy, she don’t eat fast food
bad b*tches got a bad attitude
couple shots, she gotta use the bathroom
[chorus: dej loaf]
we*we*we’ll bring the chef to you
my n*ggas cookin’ and they cater to
for these tips, let’s see what a waiter, huh
for these chips, let’s see what a hater do, huh
get k!lled, that’s just what a hater do
and my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable
and i ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable
her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
rat, trapped
yeah, ’cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

[verse 2: baby money]
hey
if your daddy was a rat, call you nicki burns
it’s at least sixty racks when i lift my arm
so many b*tches in the room, you gotta pick a turn
n*ggas stab me in my back, but you live and learn
i done seen n*ggas get k!lled over those little jokes
my daddy put a n*gga on, got k!lled for the bros
you think it’s strippers in the whip the way we ride with poles
sh*t i’m doin’ e’rryday be n*ggas’ life goals
if your people was rats, then you’re bloodline
we can’t find out where you at, then your ‘cuz dyin’
i just count it out, two hunnid, gave me b*tterflies
i order steak when i get hungry, get it b*tterfly
come back in white hunnids, b*tch, i’m colorblind
tore up street, it’s easy money, f*ck the other side
it’s a thirty on your chop, it’s a drum on me
they gon’ get nervous in the spot if i come inside
and it’s crazy, n*ggas brag about my old b*tch
i had them hoes homesick from all the road trips
i put m30s in her skirt, told her, “hold this”
i got a uzi in this vert, spray the whole clip
it’s easy money
[verse 3: babys world]
my daddy was your vet before you had a vet
i’m thinkin’ new patek, you thinkin’ somerset
my daddy had them keys, still got his set
i made two hunnid off the piece thanks to my connect
just excuse me if i sneeze, a n*gga really blessed
they tried to give her forty gs, n*ggas really stressed
i showed a crib from overseas, i thought the bench was pressed
i made a deal for thirty gs, i had my b*tch collect
i skate the plug, can’t really read, still show respect
we made a fortune off them bs, n*gga, get some rest
might send a fortune at your team, hit a n*gga set
ain’t no abortions in our genes, from my daddy pack

[verse 4: tay b]
huh, yeah
my daddy gangster and he rich, that’s a fact
real n*gga, took his time on the chin, that’s on that
i can go anywhere, n*gga, you know tay steps
and a freak out the country just to get her waist sn*tched
i f*ck n*ggas’ b*tches, boy, you can’t hit mine
you ain’t got one kid and i can’t switch mine
like a fight in the hair salon, you see clips flyin’
my son, daddy, he would never be like 6ix9ine
i hit her and both her friends, that’s a three*peat
you f*cked that little b*tch raw and she got bb
in your b*tch p*ssy or the bank is where you see me
understand i’m pointin’ at n*ggas like you e.t
got the best route, we like waze with this sh*t
i head off for bme and you paid for the b*tch
gave it up in thirty minutes, you spent days with the b*tch
i hurt your feelings, they had that dad take your b*tch, huh
we sell drugs, i’m swipin’ too, huh
for some ice, let’s see what your wife would do, go
straight for the head, somethin’ light*light should do
daddy a rat, i can see the mice in you
[chorus: dej loaf]
we*we*we’ll bring the chef to you
my n*ggas cookin’ and they cater to
for these tips, let’s see what a waiter, huh
for these chips, let’s see what a hater do, huh
get k!lled, that’s just what a hater do
and my daddy woulda left, he woulda been a vegetable
and i ain’t accept that, yeah, that’s unacceptable
her daddy ain’t gangster, your daddy was a rat
rat, trapped
yeah, ’cause your daddy wasn’t gangster, your daddy was a rat

[outro: dej loaf]
been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news, yeah
been had that b*tch, yeah, she old news, yeah

- dej loaf

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