Chief Keef – Like it’s yo job Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Like it’s yo job – Chief Keef

Slob on my knob, like it’s ya job
Yellow Lamborghini, corn on the cob
Let’s have some sex, face in the bed
Night give me head, morning I need eggs
So is the name, let’s play a game
Pull out my mic, let’s see you sing
Pull on my deeck, it’s hard as a brick
Your man run up on me, hit that boy with the stick

First is the time, second is the place
I grab that b**ch head, got a hand full of lace
Slob on my nuts, finger in your butt
Deeck in your gut, such a lil’ slut

Head off to bed, beat it special-ed
I should go to jail how I beat up that cat
B**ch, shave your bush, make sure you douche
Shut the f**k up, shouldn’t have to shush
House smell like kush, she came in like whoosh
Her a*s lookin’ plush, I bend it over, push

I’m not your lover, lay on the cover
Gun on my waist and he will take out your brother
Sit on the couch, open your mouth
Then I came in it like the man of the house
You can keep the WAP, give me the top
She tryna cuff me, the b**ch is a cop
I left just in time, never came back
I ain’t a firefighter, I can’t save that cat

Ride through the club, wave at some h*es
She got OnlyFans so she can’t get exposed
She put X up her ass, c0caine up her nose
I let that b**ch smoke dope ’cause we don’t snort coke

I slipped on some ‘Tech and got side effects
The b**ch seen me flex and now she want some sex
I spid in the ‘Cat, it scream like Tourette’s
She got in the cab, and gave me that cat
I show her the crib, she love how I live
Steady callin’ me Baby, I said, b**ch, want a bib
I don’t never trip, still be takin’ trips
F**kin’ on the jet, got her a*s in the air

Flex on a hater, flex with the paper
N**ga tried to tax us, he done turned to a caper
Hasta la vista, bye to my haters
Suck me on the yard, I don’t give a f**k ’bout the neighbors

That, that, that, that
Slob on my cat ’cause you know it’s fat
Check in with me and do that

Wait a second freak, I spit on your cheeks
My cousin T-A-D-O-E, he said you chewed his meat
Can’t take that s**t back, he got a receipt
Word of mouth, b**ch, you’re good with your mouthpiece

My n**ga DooWop, send that h*e a Wap
Hopped out the foreign, man, damn there go a Wap
Waps everywhere, pulled down her wire
Which one of you b**ches gettin’ swiped like a card
I know a lil’ freak in New Hamp’
She love my dawg ass, Lady in the Tramp
She said she eat meat, meat like ham
The b**ch licked the tip like she licks stamps

Wait a second freak, you know I don’t eat
Play with my meat, you can get ’em at his peak
Wake up, gettin’ neck, still be half asleep
She wanted froggy style, I’ma make her leap

F**ked her in a parking lot, thought I seen a cop
False alarm, she like keep going, don’t stop
I’ma get that guap, I’m get that top
Taught me how to get it, gotta thank big bro a lot

Sit off the bed and give me head
Don’t gotta ask, ain’t have to say it
Legs on spread, s**t, broke her legs
Big booty b**ch and that s**t broke the bed

Sipped on some Wock’, then got tired
Smackin’ on that a*s like I’m tryna kill a fly
She leg lockin’ me, this b**ch tryna die
Don’t want no more babies, I put it in her eye
Don’t want no more kids, I put it on her head
This b**ch ain’t have no towels, I put it on her bed
H*e, how you don’t got no dishes I want some food
In the morning I need head, in the night make me soup…

➤ Written by Chief Keef
Produced by DJ Paul & Juicy J
Chief Keef | 2021

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