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Feeling real fresh I’m dawning
That’s on me i’m flossing
Recipe, I got the season
Boyardee they want it
Everything I got they seem
To ask me how I got it
Everything I got I cop
They ask me where I bought it
Yeah you know Kale keep some mufuckin wrist work
Cuz you know he a chef wit it
I done got a whole plane and we don’t need a pilot
They hate how we soaring right next to em
He still don’t keep spoons? Cool
They watching his moves cuz the sauce he perfecting it
How his wrist in the stove like linguini?
Now these niggas cut out like they sweeney!
Better turn my shit up! Mixer
Got my soul with the light, that’s a mixture
And you know me and the gang got that
Mufuckin flame, it’s a sight how we flicker
Ain’t like how y’all talk
Had to paint my own picture
Bad coco queen, yeah she
Want me to lick her
They wanna live life like this
She on me like twister
And I ain’t even try n shit huh