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Rap Book Video (MV)




Performed By: Andy the Chef
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: A. Jones




Andy the Chef - Rap Book Lyrics
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Too many bottles is getting paid up
And too many models that wanna lay up
As soon as you make it they wanna change up
Assuming this paper is gonna change us
All these events is getting catered
Now that I got pockets of benjis in blue flavors
Tipping three digits at dinner tables
That's just how it is, did it big whenever I come through
You and ya fellas is entertainers
Me and all my niggas too real and you couldn't faze us
Really my team ain't nothing to play with
Soon as we step in the scene it start looking dangerous
Things you see for a dollar
Beefing with me just for a dollar
Causin a scene for a dollar
Still couldn't believe it's for a dollar
Still one up tell em hold that
Snakes in the grass finna mow that
Embarrassing himself that's a bad look
Like pussy ass boy catch a toe tag
I ain't even into throwing low jabs
But I get in the mood off the cognac
Sitting on my shelf is a rap book
And a case with a judge couldn't close that
One life to live, don't play with it
Cause I murder careers and get grave digging
Yo you heard of this nigga wrote on your tombstone
Chef in the building, it sound flame innit
I'm bundling digits, we stay winning
I struggle dto get it, you can stay and witness
My voice in the rhythm and you stay and listen
Cause this song hitting different when there's some pain in it
Why he acting tough, give it up, la la
That's all cap, like a bluff, la la
I'm a diamond in the rough, like what, la la
Focused on bands and a buck, la la
Too many bottles is getting paid up
And too many models that wanna lay up
As soon as you make it, they wanna change up
Assuming this paper is gonna change us
Still one up tell em hold that
Snakes in the grass, finna mow that
Embarrassing himself, that's a bad look
Like pussy ass boy, catch a toe tag
I ain't even into throwing low jazz
But I get in the mood of the cognac
Sitting on my shelf is a rap book
And a case with a judge couldn't close that
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Too many bottles is getting paid up
And too many models that wanna lay up
As soon as you make it they wanna change up
Assuming this paper is gonna change us
All these events is getting catered
Now that I got pockets of benjis in blue flavors
Tipping three digits at dinner tables
That's just how it is, did it big whenever I come through
You and ya fellas is entertainers
Me and all my niggas too real and you couldn't faze us
Really my team ain't nothing to play with
Soon as we step in the scene it start looking dangerous
Things you see for a dollar
Beefing with me just for a dollar
Causin a scene for a dollar
Still couldn't believe it's for a dollar
Still one up tell em hold that
Snakes in the grass finna mow that
Embarrassing himself that's a bad look
Like pussy ass boy catch a toe tag
I ain't even into throwing low jabs
But I get in the mood off the cognac
Sitting on my shelf is a rap book
And a case with a judge couldn't close that
One life to live, don't play with it
Cause I murder careers and get grave digging
Yo you heard of this nigga wrote on your tombstone
Chef in the building, it sound flame innit
I'm bundling digits, we stay winning
I struggle dto get it, you can stay and witness
My voice in the rhythm and you stay and listen
Cause this song hitting different when there's some pain in it
Why he acting tough, give it up, la la
That's all cap, like a bluff, la la
I'm a diamond in the rough, like what, la la
Focused on bands and a buck, la la
Too many bottles is getting paid up
And too many models that wanna lay up
As soon as you make it, they wanna change up
Assuming this paper is gonna change us
Still one up tell em hold that
Snakes in the grass, finna mow that
Embarrassing himself, that's a bad look
Like pussy ass boy, catch a toe tag
I ain't even into throwing low jazz
But I get in the mood of the cognac
Sitting on my shelf is a rap book
And a case with a judge couldn't close that
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Writer: A. Jones
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