chef boyardee on the pier ft. Yung Pinga Lyrics

Oh yeah, baby, you already know where we fuckin' at

We at the muthafuckin' crib, eating Chef Boyardee

Mommy, I want muthafuckin' Chef, please

I got my Chef Boyardee, and I'm eating at the pier, at the Santa Monica Pier

That's where I am eating Chef, specifically, the Beefy Oli, cuz I love it

I love that Beefy Oli, Oli, Oli

I'm eating Chef Boyardee, on the Santa Monica Pier

I'm eating Chef Boyardee, on the Santa Monica Pier

And then I get the Beefy Oli, mix it up with Ravioli

I get those two mixed up

They both be the same, but I don't know, they still, they still taste good

I want it in my mouth, cuz I'm eating Chef Boyardee, at the Santa Monica Pier

But hold up, I see something's wrong over here

There's something wrong with, there's something wrong with the Beefy Oli

It's not cooked, it's uncooked, this shit is crude

I cannot eat this, I'm going to have stomach problems

I feel a weird sensation in my stomach, I feel a weird bacterial infection

Could it be that the Beefy Oli has made me ill, because I have eaten it uncooked

This cannot be, I am mourning, I am grieving

Mommy, I wanted Chef

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