
Pure Filth Yung Fume & Kwengface
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[Intro: Yung Fume & Kwengface]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Corey?, yeah)
I can make a move, I make it (Go, ahh!)
[Chorus: Yung Fume]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit, whip it, yeah)
I can make a move, make it lit (Make it lit)
Runnin' back the pack, that's a myth (That's a myth, myth)
Used to run from couple slabs, couple jibs (Jibs)
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Runtz)
OT trips, really went for months (Months)
Preein' on the kid, I'll take your lunch (Tek it, lunch, woo)
When I look how far I really come, yeah, yeah (Yeah, go, ahh)
[Verse 1: Yung Fume]
Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mеan that (Let's go, yeah)
This a Maybach (Yeah, uh) and thеy hate that (They hate)
Rockin' Dior shades, yeah, these ain't no Ray-Bans (No)
That's a wild lil' bitch (Oh, yeah), hold it down, she hold my blick', yeah
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Uh)
OT trips, really went to cunch (Cunch)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit
Make a move, make it lit (Lit)
Look how far we've come (Come, uh)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Corey?, yeah)
I can make a move, I make it (Go, ahh!)
[Chorus: Yung Fume]
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit, whip it, yeah)
I can make a move, make it lit (Make it lit)
Runnin' back the pack, that's a myth (That's a myth, myth)
Used to run from couple slabs, couple jibs (Jibs)
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Runtz)
OT trips, really went for months (Months)
Preein' on the kid, I'll take your lunch (Tek it, lunch, woo)
When I look how far I really come, yeah, yeah (Yeah, go, ahh)
[Verse 1: Yung Fume]
Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mеan that (Let's go, yeah)
This a Maybach (Yeah, uh) and thеy hate that (They hate)
Rockin' Dior shades, yeah, these ain't no Ray-Bans (No)
That's a wild lil' bitch (Oh, yeah), hold it down, she hold my blick', yeah
Smokin' on a whole zip, that's some runtz (Uh)
OT trips, really went to cunch (Cunch)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit
Make a move, make it lit (Lit)
Look how far we've come (Come, uh)
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