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The Chow Line (Feat. Beedie & Max B)[Max B:]Chyeah [?] What's good, baby? Let me tell y'all how we do it [Max B & Beedie:] I got them bitches [?] got these niggas sayin', "Wait" These bitches screamin', "Oh" And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow) You more than welcome, bring the guns And we ain't gotta keep sayin' it where we from (412, muhfuckers) I'm a gain weightin' motherfucker for life (Yo, this shit's wavy as fuck, I'm 'bout to get my twist on and shit) Chyeah [Beedie:] I'd like to welcome everyone to the show Grab a plate and some food to go It's soon to roll, there's three on the track: Max B, Ill Spoken, so suitable But who would know? (Know) If you've come thus far (Chyeah) And how we crush so hard (Chyeah) I wanna rush the ball, I'ma buy it all by myself, fuck y'all See, I'm ridin' in my ocean waves, so blaze, I toast the haze I coast for days, and we stay for a lil' bit pic Take a sniff of that flava flave, I ain't tailor made (Haha) I'ma take what I can, the first in line with a cake in my hand And I seen y'all sink in the sand That's money in the bank, mo' cheese for the team And I do it for the cream, and the love for the scene And the cuts with the E on the jeans And I leave the receivin' team, which they didn't catch up 'Til they flee from the scene You don't really want it, boy, you better back down Tell your girl turn around, bring it back now Tell me why she wanna ride on my style Gotta scream my name so loud that she black out Act now if you wanna get it crackin' (Chyeah) Come [?] while my cars is stackin' (Chyeah) So when I pause for action Watch out, dawg, 'cause I ball for the passion (Chyeah) I gotta beg ya for the next round Best style, ill boy with the best sound I don't mess around with that weak shit, keen shit [?] with the flame, I'm playin' boy, ya chest out Mr. I'll Show You What A Knife Do You don't wanna be playin' wit' ya life, dude Messin' with you sayin' you a target You payin' that price 'cause I ain't gon' fight you Some say I got a foul mind, 'cause I grind all day Never got no downtime, and you know I gotta eat I'm the first in the chow line [Max B & Mac Miller:] I got them bitches [?] got these niggas sayin', "Wait" These bitches screamin', "Oh" And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow) You more than welcome, bring the guns And we ain't gotta keep sayin' it where we from (412) I'm a gain weightin' motherfucker for life (Listen, yo) Chyeah [Mac Miller:] Ill Spoken and Max B the realest that's out (Yep) Collectin' dead presidents, no reasonable doubt (Haha) If it wasn't three-thousand pounds, we be stealin' ya house Choppin' it up, then we dealin' it out (Ha) And I ain't feelin' my mouth With every tick of your heart (Heart), your brain is rippin' apart ('Part) The way I spit feel like your ears is gettin' bit by a shark I'm just sittin' in park, waitin' to start my engine (Engine) My bars is blendin', leave you sittin' up on Mars in seconds (Yeah) Leave you scarred for weapons, I could battle you hard from detention (Uh-huh) Yup, a mic blessing, givin' little tights lessons (Chyeah) I'm grindin', let my chest bling Rhymin' during testing, you would acted like Martin Sheen on The West Wing Check, king, checkmate, the chessboard is mine You wanna war with rhymes? The tourin' God explores your mind You a borderline bitch fuckin' with pork and swine Your spinal cord is gettin' popped like a cork in wine I'm recordin' mine, Colt 45 what I'm sippin' on (Uh-huh) I need that ice in my watch, feel like my wrist is gone (Uh-huh) That's the shit I'm on, listen through an intercom Blow your squad up with some more of that Pittsburgh bomb [Max B:] I got them bitches [?] got these niggas sayin', "Wait" These bitches screamin', "Oh" And we just (Oh), we just let the money pile And when it's time to eat, I'm the first in line for chow (For chow) You more than welcome, bring the guns And we ain't gotta keep sayin' it where we from (All day) I'm a gain weightin' motherfucker for life (Life, baby) Chyeah |