Yung Fume, Kwengface - Pure Filth lyrics

In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit
(Four 'round her bit)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit
I can make a move, I make it (Go, ahh)

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

Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mеan that
This a Maybach (yeah, uh) and thеy hate that


Rockin' Dior shades, yeah
These ain't no Ray-Bans (No)
That's a wild lil' bitch
(Oh, yeah) , hold it down
She hold my blick', 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)

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 "Fuck the opps"
(yeah) , decline, I don't want it
I won't sign on the dot
(I won't) , fling bine out your bonnet (O oh)

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)

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 "Fuck 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 niggas "Get
Out" 'cause it's Brexit ('Low it, 'low it)
I tell them other niggas "Get out
Take that exit" (Mm, mm)
This foreign ting tryna suck
Me off to Netflix (Mm)
Niggas 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 bitches 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) , bitch, oh no (Oh no)
Got the stick, it's got a spring
I call it pogo (Grr, grr)
Bitch, oh no (Oh no)
I switch the flow though (Flow though)
Dip, splash, now
His white tee's lookin' rojo (Dip-dip-dip)

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 "Fuck the opps"
(yeah) , decline, I don't want it
I won't sign on the dot
(I won't) , fling bine out your bonnet (O oh)

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)