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B-Beef - B-Beef - I love beef and I love get money (Uh-huh) I got racks and I got bare honeys (Uh-huh) No cap, real badman ting Double-tap that twice, turn my man Duppy (Ba bow) Shotgun but I call it brucky (That's right) In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (Woi woi) I don't know for the paigon yutes If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (Woi woi woi) I love beef and I love get money I got racks and I got bare honeys (Uh-huh) No cap, real badman ting Double-tap that twice, turn my man Duppy (Ba bow) Shotgun but I call it brucky (That's right) In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (Uh-huh) I don't know for the paigon yutes If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (Woi woi woi) My nigga SR, don't rasclart miss He slapped the whole dots and teared mans wig (Bow) He's in the bando tryna make this dough Got Pyrex on stove but it ain't no dish (Gang) I link GG for the .4s no cap He buss the whole ting, leave bare man pissed (Woi woi) I used to make Ps from a black brick phone And now I make Ps when I rap mans bi' Chatting on broke and your whole gang shot (Bow) Diligent yute, make your heartbeat stop (Woi woi) Run a man down, two shanks just me No team, ten toes on a paigon block (Uh-huh) Milliton yute if I back this Glock (Uh-huh) I got my young slime in the OT spot The prof' come sweet when I fly them packs No NSG ting when I OT bop I love beef and I love get money (Uh-huh) I got racks and I got bare honeys (Uh-huh) No cap, real badman ting Double-tap that twice, turn my man Duppy (Ba bow) Shotgun but I call it brucky (That's right) In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (Woi woi) I don't know for the paigon yutes If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (Woi woi woi) I love beef and I love get money I got racks and I got bare honeys (Uh-huh) No cap, real badman ting Double-tap that twice, turn my man Duppy (Ba bow) Shotgun but I call it brucky (That's right) In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (Uh huh) I don't know for the paigon yutes If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (Woi woi woi) I got beef in the streets like fastfood Don't play ball but I'll get man dunked Gyal love how I do it like Lakers Ball so hard, now my stack look dumb I'm a chef like Gordon Ramsey Good with the blade like a Chinese monk (Ching ch) Cute gyal but her attitude mad And her arse so big, she's a gorgeous one Got the dotty in the ride, tryna blow mans back I was chilling with the drillers when the nigga go wrapped Had the chingers and the wizard tryna get a man splashed If I pull up with my hitter then we're bringing out wap One car, four-man, bare heart, no neeks Jump out and attack, they ain't realer than man And the other side broke, they ain't getting no dough Little niggas my sons, they could never be fam I love beef and I love get money (Uh-huh) I got racks and I got bare honeys (Uh-huh) No cap, real badman ting Double-tap that twice, turn my man Duppy (Ba bow) Shotgun but I call it brucky (That's right) In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (Woi woi) I don't know for the paigon yutes If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (Woi woi woi) I love beef and I love get money I got racks and I got bare honeys (Uh-huh) No cap, real badman ting Double-tap that twice, turn my man Duppy (Ba bow) Shotgun but I call it brucky (That's right) In the streets, all the gyaldem love me (Uh huh) I don't know for the paigon yutes If I up this pole, frying man Kentucky (Woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi) (Uh-huh) (Woi woi woi woi woi woi woi woi) I love beef and I love get money