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letra de my fork - dangeruss

[hook] [x2]
i love my fork, it’s like we go together
i’mma marry this b-tch, i’mma keep my fork forever
my fork
my fork
my fork[x4]

[verse 1]
my fork, my fork, my fork
my fork, my fork, my fork
i cook it in the kitchen, i sell it on the porch
i hit it wit da torch, when it’s in the water
come and get yo fix, i cook my bricks to order
big glocks, big pots
flinstones, big rocks
big blocks, big gwap
w-ssup big gwap?
water whip, drip drop
throw it in a zip-loc
my wrist watch say time is money
b-tch i’m like tick-tock
dork with a fork, pro with the snow
-ss with the gl-ss, got plugs on the blow
plugs on the dro, drugs on the flow
guns on the couch, jugs at the doo’
i bought my b-tch some nikes, i keep my ho in check
i’m ’bout to catch a charge, i beat my dope to death
yoga with the yoda, i hit it watch you stretch
bake-bake-baking soda, i’mma mother f-cking chef

[hook] [x2]

[verse 2]
i’m talking twenty eights, you talking twenty ace
you could get a plate if you got yo money straight
heavy metal, watch a n-gga rocket
i’m f-cking wit them keys, now watch a n-gga lock it
i spin that b-tch in circles, i make her whirlwind
coca-coca-coca cola, cocaine is my girlfriend
b-tch i feel like nino
duffle bag, kilo
buncha chips, frito
stupid cheese, cheeto
i’m an -ssh0l- with a gl-ss bowl
’bout to make me a dope boy c-sserole
b-tch i’m ’bout my cash flow
they callin’ my pockets “fatso”
my arms look like popeye’s from when i was straight whippin’
you think i work at popeye’s the way i work them chickens
i’m taking off, no looking back
arm and hammer and a fork i’m cooking crack
get out my kitchen, what you touchin’?
is that my fork? b-tch put it back!

[hook] [x2]

[verse 3]
hopped up out the shower, i been in ’bout an hour
now i’m cleaner than a motherf-cker, fresher than a flower
i was on the stove mixing up that powder
that [?] got the kitchen smellin’ sour
b-tch i get my cocaine off the coasta costa rica
got a boat load of that coco, sell more c0ke than you smoke reefa
lock the do’, grab a fan
get a fork, put it in yo hand
weight yourself about 28 grams
whip that sh-t up the best you can
usually i 1 to 1, but 2 to 1 if i hafta
bricks they’re so hard you swear i whipped them with v–gr-
grams on the stove, a gram’s in yo nose
sweeping up the ground i got grams on the flow
i make them disappear, you think that i’m a magician
buddy in the corner twitching, sweating, shaking, itching

[hook] [x2]

- dangeruss

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