Chef Borges & Tae Sax – BETTY CROCKER

Chef Borges & Tae Sax – BETTY CROCKER Lyrics

Artist: Chef Borges & Tae Sax
Song: 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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Release Year: 2021