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letra de kitchen whipping things - stampface

[intro]
sl!ck jay beats, sl!ck jay beats, sl!ck jay beats
night & day like ring ring, night & day like ring ring, night & day like ring ring, that’s two cellphones twerkin’, night & day like ring ring

[verse 1: stampface]
i don’t f-ck with no bums, so me and dem boy can’t mingle (no way)
bad b wanna f-ck with me, and i stay s, ain’t single
like true say mans up south, line’s just poppin’ like pringles (up south, up south)
i’m the man with the power plant, like mr. burns from springfield (trust me)
came a long way from the days, when i used to ride for fun (long time)
dem days never had no sense, that rolling with someone that’s dumb (dumb-rs-)
like how can i beef a man, when he ain’t got no funds? (no funds)
free b, got 25 years for a dotty or rusty pump (free b)
look, i’m still out here lurkin’ (lurking, lurking)
rip to my g’s, when they left fam it had me hurtin’ (rip)
had to go back to the trap, cah the rap ting wasn’t workin’ (for a bit)
still flippin’ them packs, all in due time i’m certain (word)
like, i ain’t, i ain’t no new, b (no way, no way)
from old school days, fam i had man shook like sh-ggy & scooby (dashin’)
and bro just stays in the club, with a white gyal, no coochie (white one)
never seen a white gyal like this, this one here she a beauty (beauty)
and she ain’t shy like snoochie

[chorus: fretzino]
kitchen whippin’ things, kitchen whippin’ things (ayy, ayy)
bro got the food in cling, that’s kanye west & kim (trapfit, trapfit, trapfit)
that was 013 but now it’s a griezmann ting (brr, brr, brr, ayy, ayy)
that’s two cellphones twerkin’, night & day like ring ring
kitchen whippin’ things, kitchen whippin’ things (ayy, ayy)
bro got the food in cling, that’s kanye west & kim (trapfit, trapfit, trapfit)
that was 013 but now it’s a griezmann ting (brr, brr, brr, ayy, ayy)
that’s two cellphones twerkin’, night & day like ring ring
[verse 2: stampface]
sad man over there, when you see me, keep walkin’
you don’t bring no sh-t to the table, how you gonna stick your fork in? (huh?)
the feds trynna get me talkin’, but they can’t shake me like walkman (never)
i just say no comment, the silence is awkward (shh)
countless times i risked my life, still i’m in the field like dortmund (why?)
them man get caught then tell lie, sh-t then, more than appalling (sh-t then)
2-5 shots came back, with a mop that will lay you all flat like floorin’ (baw)
and bro moves way too mad, i swear he’s trynna kick the whole door in (come on)
run up on me and you’ll run back, like a {?} cah you couldn’t find {?]
violate me, i just make one call, like bro come and bring them gloves (aight bring em)
i get busy, for the lizzy, b already told you i’m on crud (free b)
and like my n-gga g said, sad man can’t give me no spud (no way)
like, street sweeper, got me feelin’ like gus (how much?)
them man just broke, no boujee (they’re broke)
them man still doing up bus (bus w-nkers)
uncle [?], when the gang mans doin’ up rust (rusty one)
and your plug don’t rate you, if your pack’s still coming with dust

- stampface

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