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letra de pure filth - yung fume & kwengface

[intro: yung fume & ]
in the kitchen, whippin’ four ’round her bit (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’ b-tch (oh, yeah), hold it down, she hold my bl!ck’, 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)

[pre-chorus: yung fume]
climb up the top (okay), climb up the ladder (okay)
free my guys in the box (okay), rise up the hammer
man, it’s always “f-ck the opps” (yeah), decline, i don’t want it
i won’t sign on the dot (i won’t), fling bine out your bonnet (ooh)

[chorus: yung fume & kwengface]
in the kitchen, whippin’ four ’round her bit (whip it, yeah)
i can make a move, make it lit (make it lit, 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 (lunch)
when i look how far i really come (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: kwengface & yung fume]
when i look how far i really come (trench, babe)
i just got it in trouble, lawyer fees, a honey bun (true, true)
done-done-done-done a drill (grr), gonna slide in all my ones (grr, grr)
i been “f-ck you, pay me”, got me all about my funds (true, true)
off-off ‘lato, i’m high (i’m high)
we seekin’, they hide (woof)
she don’t know it yet, but bro, mulatto my wife (ayy, come ‘ere)
i kinda owe no girl, the only girl (grr) that i owe is bine (true)
this skeng, my guy (woo), he’s itchin’ to slide (skrrt)
i tell these russian n-ggas “get out” ’cause it’s brexit (‘low it, ‘low it)
i tell them other n-ggas “get out, take that exit” (mm, mm)
this foreign ting tryna suck me off to netflix (mm)
n-ggas startin’ war, you’re askin’ for a death wish (true)
i’m-i’m-i’m-i’m the sensei and the drill scene be my dojo (mm, true)
i’m from the trenches, so i like them b-tches hoe-hoe (ayy, come ‘ere)
i got my stick, got me ridin’ like a polo
i’m rockin’ rollies, i remember it was jojos (true)
look, oh no (oh no), b-tch, oh no (oh no)
got the stick, it’s got a spring, i call it pogo (grr, grr)
b-tch, oh no (oh no), i switch the flow though (flow though)
dip, splash, now, his white tee’s lookin’ rojo (dip-dip-dip)

[pre-chorus: yung fume]
climb up the top (yeah), climb up the ladder (yeah)
free my guys in the box (yeah), rise up the hammer
man, it’s always “f-ck the opps” (yeah), decline, i don’t want it
i won’t sign on the dot (i won’t), fling bine out your bonnet (ooh)
[chorus: yung fume]
in the kitchen, whippin’ four ’round her bit (whip it, yeah)
i can make a movie, make it lit (make it lit)
runnin’ back the pack, that’s a myth (that’s a 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)
when i look how far i really come, yeah, yeah (yeah)

- yung fume kwengface

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