Beef
کاور آهنگ Beef از Juicy J

Beef

O's to Oscars۱۳۹۴۳:۰۰

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Mhm

This is real shit, man

That's all I'm telling you niggas

Real shit

What's beef?

Beef is when them niggas on the corner watching me

Beef is when them bad bitches talking in the streets

Beef is when a nigga owe you money and he lying

He gon' pay you next week

What's beef?

Beef is when that nigga come up short

And claim some niggas robbed his ass for it, haha

What's beef?

Beef is when your baby call the feds

'Cause you didn't buy that bitch no Birkin bag

Nigga, what's beef?

Hahahaha, check out this bizarre

Rapper style used by me, the Juicy J

I could make a million dollars in a day (In a day)

Money over bitches every way (Every way)

You can't trust none of these hoes

You can't fuck none of these hoes

You can't reply to they Twitter

These bitches out of control

I put my gun on my money and what I made (What I made)

Niggas plotting on me to make a play, let us pray

Dear Father, dear Father

I don't know what I'ma do to these niggas

That's watching on me (Watching on me)

Forgive me Lord, forgive me Lord

For anybody that I bodied and put in a morgue

What's beef?

Beef is when a hundred fifty niggas on your street

Waiting for your ass to come home

What's beef?

Beef is when you try to fuck your connect

Now they want your head for a check

Nigga, tell me what's beef?

Beef is when them niggas on the corner watching me

Beef is when them bad bitches talking in the streets

Beef is when a nigga owe you money and he lying

He gon' pay you next week

What's beef?

Beef is when that nigga come up short

And claim some niggas robbed his ass for it, haha

What's beef?

Beef is when your baby call the feds

'Cause you didn't buy that bitch no Birkin bag

Nigga, what's beef?

Rolling with some killers

Rolling with some hitters

Rolling with some niggas you the one they 'bout to blast

I done smoked with the rest of them

Shot at the best of them

Fucked rich bitches up north, I'm confessing them

It's all about the money for sure, nigga, of course

I ain't work this hard for no motherfucking loss

I walked up in this bitch smelling like the auto-o

You ain't got no heart to fuck with anybody, boy

The last nigga I let hold something stole something

I gave my homie ten stacks, told him go get 'em

He ran up in your house, hid under the couch

And when you got comfortable, he put his gun in your mouth

What's beef?

Beef is when the streets just never sleep

And niggas catch a fucking in a Jeep, close range

What's beef?

Beef is when you die before you need to

Nigga, 'cause the game ain't really need you

Hahaha

O's to Oscars, baby

Man, this shit crazy, Zay