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Andy The Chef - Three Wishes (Official Audio)
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Andrew Jones
Andrew Jones
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If God gave you three wishes If God gave you three wishes If God gave you three wishes Would you wish for bitches would you wish for cash Would you wish for more wishes with your greedy ass Shop 'til you drop then you hit the dash Like Santa Claus with his Christmas bags But who am I to judge if you lust for that 'Cause everybody love going poppin' tags I just want one of them gold plaques Sittin' nice and shiny up inside the glass It'd be real cool if we did that Get my mom a crib with the phattest view Now that's only two if I did the math Fuck it give the last one away I love the challenge so I'll play the game Turn that golden plaque to a platinum plate I won't settle for good 'cause I was born great Put on for the hood in my home state With these hits, I'm dishing like I'm Willie Mays Stack my money up like I'm Chase Bank And bring it back around to that home plate 'Cause God don't give three wishes He gon' test your level Pray I never settle Kept on pushin' and pushin' until I break the pedal Kept on cookin' and cookin' until I melted the kettle Look in the face of the devil Not afraid to try and wrestle from the chains on the mental When I break just watch Whole different lane play a total different game Look no we ain't the same 'cause I'm everything you not Fuck you gimme my respect Done bein' humble Coming I got next I gotta hustle hustle for the check until I got 100 diamonds on the neck Life really like a test Y'all playin' checkers while I'm playin' chess Sunup I really meant to go to bed But then again I kept forgetting how to rest Excuse me gotta interject Please pardon me when I said I'd get my cousin something but he slept So now I'm like fuck it suck it Imma flex I need a feast I'm fiending for the bread I'm really up to something gotta jet Now I keep touching touching on my leg 'Cause the phone it keep on buzzing buzzing with the texts Now they lookin' very pressed Looking sick thinking maybe you should see a vet And I think you should suck a dick up to your neck If you hating I pay attention to the threats Ballin out like I'm a net Chasing bacon like I got piglet as a pet And I'm getting real heavy weighted with the reps I'm becoming a beast I'm beating on my chest And I'm boutta be Flossin' my grill like a dentist Behave like a menace just because I can 'Member days without the lettuce It was just water and cans of the spam Dollar menu was the breakfast Never was lunch and my dinner was damn That's why I'm hungry as ever 'Cause there wasn't much but still, here I am talking about Fuck you gimme my respect Done bein' humble Coming I got next I gotta hustle hustle for the check until I got 100 diamonds on the neck Life really like a test Y'all playin' checkers while I'm playin' chess Sunup I really meant to go to bed But then again I kept forgetting how to rest But if God gave you three wishes If God gave you three wishes
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