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letra de clean cuisine - jung lov

[verse 1: jung lov]
no, i ain’t rich, yeah, my papa well-off
he ain’t no stranger to the sh-t but not like foreplay with the sawed-off
catch him back in ’96, trippin’ acid whole hog
never sniffin’ c0ke off of the sink, that be his son’s job
b-tches pullin’ up like, “what the f-ck is lov on?”
college girls twerkin’, takin’ pictures with they clothes off
i see but i stay lowkey
woke up in the garbage with some vomit on me
methhead death squads, catch ’em with they pants off
run up on ’em, k!ll ’em and we leave ’em with they skin off
body bad b-tches if they wanna try me
no piece tucked but that rage on free
layin’ in a ditch, i contemplate if i should quit it
sh-t, it stink, i light another cigarette to compliment it
rippin’ roaches in my lungs, i put ’em out and tear ’em up
stuff ’em in a blunt, i light the tip and watch the smoke go up
life is boring when you sober but i get it
you got a point but that don’t mean i don’t resent it
i meant it when i said you was a b-tch who’d never get it
i’m a god, i’m a king, i’m a goddess, hope you started with that premise
don’t worry ’bout the consequences, i just send it
and when i’m rollin’ with the crew, b-tch, i’m a menace, come get it
heck, i left my head a couple beaches from venice
reppin’ fresh adidas gets me struttin’ with no penance, repentant
glory gettin’ borin’, i might just go back to whorin’
gettin’ paper by the day and then i’m drinkin’ till the mornin’
smoke and ashes pourin’ while i’m burnin’ up them spliffs
ain’t no misogynist, i’d never, ever p-ss it past no b-tch
that’s layered with irony quick and that’s why they all on my d-ck
like, “lov, what the f-ck is your trick?” keep it up and you’ll be rich, yuh
i ain’t seen the money yet, you talk that talk but i’m willin’ to bet
nothin’ for me in your chest yet you crave the potion and i’m the alchemist

[chorus: young caasi]
black pepper, that couple pack of the ramen
cut the meat from the cuisine, these n-ggas bondin’, huh?
you want me speakin’ on pablo, tony and tommy
which overlord went overboard? that’s when we’re zombies, huh?
no coca on me, coco got me feelin’ all the heat
the sun will shine, i won’t go blind, reflectin’ all i see
a touch of paradise and then a dash of rip
i told the fam i’m goin’ ham, i found the recipes

[verse 2: young caasi]
got demons, call ’em up [?]
we trip, we fall enough, shots fired, ballin’ son
we laugh, it’s all in fun, our love ain’t all they wanted
but it’s real, it’s all there was, all-black, don’t call that bluff
paranoid as presidents, i’m stuck stackin’ the relative
young rebel, how irrelevant is poppin’ 1, 2 sedatives
it’s positive and negative, the changes that may let it live
the power’s in the hour, you decide to put your head in it

- jung lov

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