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Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face |
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When in actuality you really have I'll feelings toward that person |
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[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] |
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Lady momma momma top of the world and I ain't stoppin' no |
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Things goin' change today my thing droppin'droppin' |
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See you when I was broke-broke |
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Ain't said nuttin'-no |
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Now that the nigga poppin all them bitches get to jeffin |
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When you see me rollin' up- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! |
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They be like "whassup" Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! |
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Yea you- Stop Jeffin! |
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We ain't cool- Stop Jeffin! |
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Point your fingers- Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin! Da na na na |
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[Tech N9ne:] |
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This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single |
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You call it jockin' but stop jeffin's what we bring you |
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It's when people really hate you but love you when you in the place |
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So if ya "don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey! " |
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Don't be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it |
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Jeffery from Jefferson City I'm sick and I'll pull the kill-switch |
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Talkin' behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel with' it |
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And if it's real then we can deal with' it |
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Jeffin is ass-kissin' then talkin trash dissin' |
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When you missin' when you present he bitchin' "have chicken" |
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No gizzard he 'bout to get it with' a liver be |
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Welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie |
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Swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second |
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Turn around and cut me down I'm a catch you rollin' Prospect |
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And my obsession will begin or I consend a nigga in glock heaven |
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So mafucka stop jeffin! |
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[Chorus] |
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[BG Bullet Wound:] |
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What's happenin' |
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This for them niggas that saw we shappin' them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas |
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"oooo he so clean with' it" |
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Slappin' two fifteens canary yellow bright |
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Ho's like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night |
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Every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight |
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Mafuckers they won't do it but they ain't livin' right |
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Where you get your shoes from? where you get your weed at? |
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Whatcha freakin' eyes on man I know your gee's fat |
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But I don't really fuck with' this nigga |
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Put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck with' this nigga |
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Cause I'm jeffin-jeffin no I can't help ya-help ya |
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Grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin |
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Off of deuce click homie yea I'm keepin' it reppin' |
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Keepin' it flexin' keepin' all you Jeffery's in session |
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"correction" and I don't really know what the fuck |
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Hell nah I don't know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kutt Calhoun:] |
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They rest to death in my skinny's and twenty-three's |
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You get dressed to impress but you lookin' like mini me's |
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But the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin' me |
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Makes me question the jesture of your sexuality "Hey! " |
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You niggas approach me like y'all the bitches be all up on my dick |
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Askin' for telephone numbers hopin' to take pictures of shit |
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If I wasn't in this business you niggas wouldn't even call |
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You see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin' balls |
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Hey Kutt can you get on my album nigga y'all click is the shit |
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You puttin' the town on the map I'm thinking this nigga's a bitch |
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When I wasn't makin' no noise you wasn't a part of no Kutty |
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No I'm a tax you mafuckers for half of your budgets |
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Take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it |
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Inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it |
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It smell like I'm rich don't it, I know when you pimps want it |
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So quit all that chattin' you ain't equip for this shit fold-it |
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[Chorus] |
