Correction Lyrics That Smell by Young Chode

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Man what's that f**king smell in here bro, you smell that sh*t?
You smell that sh*t? F**k
You smell that sh*t, f**k is that sh*t?
F**k is that?
That f**k is that sh*t?
F**k out of here bro
F**k!

Ay who you gonna tell?
Bro whatchu gonna do?
What's that f**king smell?
Ay homie, that's ragu
I'm cooking up some heat
Like way past overdue
She say she want that meat
Well pepperoni's how I do

I can't keep hold of all this sauce
That's why it dripping down my waist
She wanna drop on by my room
And put that a** up in my face
And she can crash all on this d**k
But ain't no crashing at my place
I let her suck me like a tick
And leave that sauce all on her face

Lobo Ragu
You know me?
(I do)
Ain't no one alive
Could fit in
My shoes
I'm king of the zoo
And dangerous too
Left my last girl cause I felt like
I should take bang them in twos

Extra chunky
That’s how I keep it funky
She know that I'm the boss
She need that sauce like she a junkie

Marinara
Got Stacy I got Sarah
I'm known to get the bag
And then blast off just like I'm Pharah

Don't conversate
But I make that money talk
She spent all night up on this d**k and you can tell by how she walk
When I drop by
She wetter than a sneeze
She said the chode is hot and I ain't talkin bout degrees

She bounce it up and down
The squad enjoy the view
She said she like meatballs well Mr. Chode has got a few (ah ha ha ha)
And my squad
Ain't the only thing that’s tight
Her bestie brought the cake and I’m about to take a bite

Ay who you gonna tell?
Bro whatchu gonna do?
What's that f**king smell?
Ay homie, that's ragu
I'm cooking up some heat
Like way past overdue
She say she want that meat
Well pepperoni's how I do

I swear to god chode
If you gon sit on this damn track
And rap about spaghetti sauce
For four more bars
I swear on my momma bro
I'm gonna beat your little punk a**

Bolognese
She suck my d**k for days
They treat me like a prophet
Wanna learn all of my ways

Parmesan
They don't know what I'm on
I head up to PNC
The whole bank just got withdrawn

And my cash
Ain't the only thing that grow
They say I’m f**king cracked, I don’t react because I know
I stay the day
And then I catch a flight
She said the chode is tall, and I ain't talkin bout my height

And she eat me like a meal, just like fine cuisine
If you want some extra spice, lemme call the ragu team
Lots of haters tried to tell me that I didn't have the sauce
But my team be steady winning, all these pussies f**king lost

Ay who you gonna tell?
Bro whatchu gonna do?
What's that f**king smell?
Ay homie, that's ragu
I'm cooking up some heat
Like way past overdue
She say she want that meat
Well pepperoni's how I do

Ay Yeah
I told you in the first track, baby

Ragu gang till the day I die
Hoes blow my phone but I don't reply
Keep the hustle turned all the way up
It ain't no question if I'm fly

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