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Beef
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Beef was released on November 15, 2020 by Jefe312 as a part of the album Beef - Single
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Release DateNovember 15, 2020
LabelJefe312
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jefe312
Jefe312
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmad Gibson
Ahmad Gibson
Songwriter

Lyrics

All they care about what they get from me
Stay ten hunnit
Ten toes down in the dungeon
Don’t forget me when you get big money
**** I’m stuntin
Passport stamped out the country
Now I flex on a hoe just for fun
Penny pinching my crumbs
Typa shit make the band get the drum
And my brothers wild out, call em beef
I ain’t saying I condone it, but I mean a dog do gotta eat
Fam not blood, it’s who you bleed for
Shawty simpin when they see me up a meat roll (simple)
Man my handle too tight, what you reach for
Cali fuckin wit a ****, but the east coast
Man they steady type my name on computers
Only sound like braggin when you hangin round losers
Got em pissed off, man somebody grab the urinal
All black suit like I’m drilling at a funeral
Martin had a dream, shoulda had a blicky with a beam
Mastered these hooks like Kareem
Wife no bop, that’s goes for my **** and women
They expect for me to be the one to pop
(Man true) I’m Chicago’s best kept secret
Silver made me thousands in some months and I freaked it
Heartbreak made a album full of stunts, should I leak it
Snatched the game quick, lord knows imma keep it
That’s why
All they care about what they get from me
Stay ten hunnit
Ten toes down in the dungeon
Don’t forget me when you get big money
**** I’m stuntin
Passport stamped out the country
Now I flex on a hoe just for fun
Penny pinching my crumbs
Typa shit make the band get the drum
And my brothers wild out, call em beef
I ain’t saying I condone it, but I mean a dog do gotta eat
I don’t hate on nobody, don’t wait on nobody
Jel wit a L in yo way if you try me
Sino been solid since I linked up Arie
My **** the same if it’s RAV or a rari
I’m so arrogant, I’m not sorry, I’m poppin
I drop heat and roll, ain’t no way that I’m stoppin
A beast and you know, it ain’t no other option
Go once, then go twice like I’m running an auction
I’m pedestrian with the money, get it right away
It don’t sleep, so I’m to it if it’s night or day
I can sense if a **** even kinda fake
Got killers if you cross me, like Hardaway
When I speak, I touch people so they feel this
Toting poles all on camera and they still bitch
I ain’t never gotta copy, cuz I’m all me
My brothers called just to say they hate all beef
Damn
All they care bout what they get from me
Stay ten hunnit
Ten toes down in the dungeon
Don’t forget me when you get big money
**** I’m stuntin
Passport stamped out the country
Now I flex on a hoe just for fun
Penny pinching my crumbs
Typa shit make the band get the drum
And my brothers wild out, call em beef
I ain’t saying I condone it, but I mean a dog do gotta eat
Written by: Ahmad Gibson
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