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Perfect Weather III Video (MV)




Performed By: Chefwithdaleft
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Christian Minus




Chefwithdaleft - Perfect Weather III Lyrics
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It's left hand baby
One time for the OG Slick Rick
Let me whip it up real quick
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just, just some players that's on the mic
Uncle Ledft, get the whippin, you know I'm whippin' precise
I'm slight, ill type, I keep my skills right
Put it on the album cause it feel right
Not locked in the deal right
Nah, an independent artist
Slow roastin' the tomahawk
Here we go, let's get it started
First of all, shout out to the real niggas
Big Tune, we need to get up in the studio
Bet to parlay, makin' plays the whole session
If there hoes there, gotta play some Corey Preston
Shout out to my people in Tallahassee, yeah
My pretty vow on me, put on Dallas Aliyah
96 Nation, that's who put the show on
Switchin' up my language, now I'm rappin' like I'm Johan
Candice look good, like the way her locks glow
Hoes got me on they shirt like I'm Chopo
Finish up the album, finish up the a bottle
Tone new, hot, I been chillin' with the models
I don't follow trends, nigga, I'm a special breed
The only nigga rappin' like me is Doe LaVie
Little man that's wearin' in the Benz, new edition
Matt Mobile make the roof go missin
Perfect weather, pilot, baby, lock up in position
Stupid soul, focused on the cloud, forgot the mission
Doin' people wrong, then put it all in the song
Then cryin' when they not checkin', what is he on
Old school, headin' my time like 3030
Rapper slick, hatin', but wanna swap out a jersey
Scary lil' wolf that was scared of a team
Went from anything is possible, then gave up on his dreams
Now did he have any potential? Not exactly
I'm inclined to tell the whole story, what happened actually
Did a producer dirty like he had him a choice
Can't look in the mirror, so you pitch up your voice
Couldn't be me, my voice only gettin' better, baby, no plan B
One bump, please let me know, man
I got the Bible on me and I'm playin' that snowman
Five clips full of piff just like the dro man
And if you're leanin' for a fix, I'll turn you to slow jazz
Different dialect, niggas know what I'm sayin
Scene from the movie, where love and happiness playin
Peace and positivity, showin' my capabilities
Lemon in the city, I'm makin' a whole remedy
I remember when we used to turn up at the Kennedy
Now all the good girls wanna finally come sit with me
Bumpin, Uncle Luke, they callin' me Uncle Left
Baby, don't be shy, you know you call me the chef
What the f*ck is clout when you earn the respect
And don't you forget it, bitch, chef with the left
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It's left hand baby
One time for the OG Slick Rick
Let me whip it up real quick
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just, just some players that's on the mic
Uncle Ledft, get the whippin, you know I'm whippin' precise
I'm slight, ill type, I keep my skills right
Put it on the album cause it feel right
Not locked in the deal right
Nah, an independent artist
Slow roastin' the tomahawk
Here we go, let's get it started
First of all, shout out to the real niggas
Big Tune, we need to get up in the studio
Bet to parlay, makin' plays the whole session
If there hoes there, gotta play some Corey Preston
Shout out to my people in Tallahassee, yeah
My pretty vow on me, put on Dallas Aliyah
96 Nation, that's who put the show on
Switchin' up my language, now I'm rappin' like I'm Johan
Candice look good, like the way her locks glow
Hoes got me on they shirt like I'm Chopo
Finish up the album, finish up the a bottle
Tone new, hot, I been chillin' with the models
I don't follow trends, nigga, I'm a special breed
The only nigga rappin' like me is Doe LaVie
Little man that's wearin' in the Benz, new edition
Matt Mobile make the roof go missin
Perfect weather, pilot, baby, lock up in position
Stupid soul, focused on the cloud, forgot the mission
Doin' people wrong, then put it all in the song
Then cryin' when they not checkin', what is he on
Old school, headin' my time like 3030
Rapper slick, hatin', but wanna swap out a jersey
Scary lil' wolf that was scared of a team
Went from anything is possible, then gave up on his dreams
Now did he have any potential? Not exactly
I'm inclined to tell the whole story, what happened actually
Did a producer dirty like he had him a choice
Can't look in the mirror, so you pitch up your voice
Couldn't be me, my voice only gettin' better, baby, no plan B
One bump, please let me know, man
I got the Bible on me and I'm playin' that snowman
Five clips full of piff just like the dro man
And if you're leanin' for a fix, I'll turn you to slow jazz
Different dialect, niggas know what I'm sayin
Scene from the movie, where love and happiness playin
Peace and positivity, showin' my capabilities
Lemon in the city, I'm makin' a whole remedy
I remember when we used to turn up at the Kennedy
Now all the good girls wanna finally come sit with me
Bumpin, Uncle Luke, they callin' me Uncle Left
Baby, don't be shy, you know you call me the chef
What the f*ck is clout when you earn the respect
And don't you forget it, bitch, chef with the left
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Writer: Christian Minus
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