Stop Jeffin’ - Kutt Calhoun

Jeffin, the act of kissing ass in or brown nosing in a persons face

when in actuality you really have ill feelings toward that person

Lady momma momma top of the world and I aint stoppin’no

things goin’change today my thing droppin’droppin'

see you when I was broke-broke

ain’t said nuttin'-no

now that the nigga poppin all them bitches get to jeffin

when you see me rollin’up- Stop Jeffin!

Stop Jeffin!

they be like «whassup"Stop Jeffin! Stop Jeffin!

yea you- Stop Jeffin!

We ain’t cool- Stop Jeffin!

point your fingers- Stop Jeffin!

Stop Jeffin!

Da na na na

This is Kansas City lingo blurrr you mungo single

you call it jockin’but stop jeffin’s what we bring you

it’s when people really hate you but love you when you in the place

so if ya «don't like me stay the hell up out my face Hey!»

don’t be jeffin with me Mr. Jefferson I pill fit-it

Jeffery from Jefferson City I’m sick and I’ll pull the kill-switch

talkin’behind my back gotta wrap your man and tell me how you really feel wit’it

and if it’s real then we can deal wit’it

jeffin is ass-kissin'then talkin trash dissin'

when you missin’when you present he bitchin'"have chicken"

no gizzard he 'bout to get it wit’a liver be

welcome to misery, cookin Jeffery rotisserie

swinging on the deals-nic, jeffin for a hot second

turn around and cut me down I’ma catch you rollin’Prospect

and my obsession will begin or I consend a nigga in glock heaven

so mafucka stop jeffin!

What’s happenin'

this for them niggas that saw we shappin’them Jeffro Bo Dean niggas

«oooo he so clean wit’it»

slappin’two fifteens canary yellow bright

ho’s like to jeff with they jizzle they flaunt it every night

every night poppin this pistol bottles up off every flight

mafuckers they wont do it but they ain’t livin’right

where you get your shoes from?

where you get your weed at?

whatcha freakin’eyes on man I know your gee’s fat

but I don’t really fuck wit’this nigga

put him off in the back seat with Tech N9ne he stuck wit’this nigga

cause I’m jeffin-jeffin no I cant help ya-help ya

grab your sack and get to steppin'-steppin

off of deuce click homie yea I’m keepin’it reppin'

keepin’it flexin’keepin’all you Jeffery’s in session

«correction"and I don’t really know what the fuck

hell nah I don’t know no Tech and no Kutt so quit jeffin

They rest to death in my skinny’s and twenty-three's

you get dressed to impress but you lookin’like mini me’s

but the jeff is un-neccesary that you givin’me

makes me question the jesture of your sexuality «Hey!»

you niggas approach me like y’all the bitches be all up on my dick

askin’for telephone numbers hopin’to take pictures of shit

if I wasn’t in this business you niggas wouldn’t even call

you see me the source of the murder dog now you swingin’balls

hey Kutt can you get on my album nigga y’all click is the shit

you puttin’the town on the map I’m thinking this nigga’s a bitch

when I wasn’t makin’no noise you wasn’t a part of no Kutty

no I’ma tax you mafuckers for half of your budgets

take a big breathe of this hella shwagga with relish it

inhale it and tell me if you can handle the smell of it

it smell like I’m rich don’t it, I know when you pimps want it

so quit all that chattin’you ain’t equip for this shit fold-it