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Kitchen Stove - Remix
Pozer Nemzzz JS x YD
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I done it with gang and I done it alone, alone
(Mmm, nah, turn that up) know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
(Young Madz, tur-t-t-tu-t-t)
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain't a joke
I chop green, then I'm letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone
If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
Ayy, don't make bro hope out the whip
I'm hitting it right, now she getting thick
I know you like that toxic shit, LV bag outfit from Vinted
Violation, I can't take that
Need that Virgil Abloh Maybach, though
Pass me the Henny, no chaser, yo
Shout bro-bro got the flavours, though
In the T no PG, bro got jobs no need for CV
Cashin' it out if the holders PG
Belling my phone 'cause she wanna see me
I need eight, I mean ten
Million if I'm touching the pen
Touch down in LDN
Bad B talking about where and when?
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain't a joke
I chop green, then I'm letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone
If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
I'm tagging up green 'til my fingers sticky
I'm outside with my blicky
Run up on me and it will get tricky
I'm tryna double up racks, make bread
If it doesn't makes sense, then I'm hanging up quickly
Back then, two man linging this jilly
Think that I'm lacking? Don't be silly
24/7, I keep this with me
Build this spliff, it's Cali not cookies
Hit shots by the bookies
Wrap don't work, then I'm running in goodies
Stick man up, wagwan, where's the goodies?
My guys fully live, nah, we ain't no rookies
They're likkle pups and we're XL Bullies
Back to the map, close curtains
Get to working, I'm in the kitchen fully
Niggas call my name for the clout
YD, hop out the ride, no doubt
I'm from the dirty south, where dingers get burnt, no waps get found
No way I'm gonna abdicate
No way, I can't stop right now
Progressions the essence compressing my weapon
They run up, I'm putting them down
I just done three months in Jamaica
Now I'm back on the grind, now I'm working
Like guys don't own one acre
But they wanna put down for a Birkin
My bitch bad and she boujee
Step in dance, and I see heads turning
I'm by the kitchen stove with my migos
Man turn down the fire 'cause I'm burning
Roll this dope, smoke and toke
Southside of the water, ain't a joke
I chop green, then I'm letting it go
My nigga put faith in a kitchen stove
If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone
If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone
I done it with gang and I done it alone
Niggas know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone
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