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lirik lagu kid’s cuisine – naijablack

[chorus: naijablack]

i got the drip to my feet
i feel the drink in my spleen
cuisine
i just might go off the bean
she think i’m mean
f-ck do you mean

hoes so mad, they in my sheets
b-tch gotta look at the sheets
supreme
naijablack spicy some beans
but we the team
got quick cuisine

hop out the camry four door
she want some chicken i’m cookin’ some more
cream and cheese drippin’ we said this before

oh, oh, oh
get on the floor

i need some soda she go to the store
pepsi and cola, i told her get both
kid cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl

oh, oh
get on the floor

[verse 1: naijablack]

i wrote this, i wrote this, i wrote this, i wrote this
see me comin’ yucky, pull up in the ford focus
i got some sh-tty it’s new drip, lookin’ homeless
l!ckety d-ck, she do splits on mitosis
spicy gon’ top me on my d-ck, yea he know this
shawty she silly got no fits, yea she clothless
wanna f-ck she hopeless
spicy drinkin’ goat p-ss
give her christmas bonus
i don’t think she noticed

who i? who you?
you stink, p–poo
new girl, new b00bs
she dance, tutu
b-tch this, voodoo
javer, oovoo
come to the shop make a bop its a new groove

f-ckin’, do you
rache, beef stew
d-ck hurt, cashew
(achoo!), bless you
big nut, fondue
watch me, cut through
i’m whippin’ up some nigerian voodoo

p-ssy tight cuz i like it when it stretch man
n-ggas dogs sh-t a log playing fetch man

i made this sh-tty a good night i’m the right man
d-ckin’ and f-cking the b-tch bite outta sight man
come in for come ups with new heights and without fans
trippin and leaning it ain’t sprite it’s a light can

running and screaming fight or flight she can’t ride man
she lookin funny not quite right i don’t like man

gave her d-cky d-cky sharp like a knife
i don’t wife, i just pipe, mommy need me one night b-tch

sicko mode, ’cause we out like a light b-tch
got her drip, lookin’ sick, water-type-b-tch

breakin’ and wreckin’ her inner vagene
my d-ck in her spleen
so it would seem
i gotta be
i’m heatin’ up choppin on kid cuisine

[chorus: naijablack]

i got the drip to my feet
i feel the drink in my spleen
cuisine
i just might go off the bean
she think i’m mean
f-ck do you mean

hoes so mad, they in my sheets
b-tch gotta look at the sheets
supreme
naijablack spicy some beans
but we the team
got quick cuisine

hop out the camry four door
she want some chicken i’m cookin’ some more
cream and cheese drippin’ we said this before

oh, oh, oh
get on the floor

i need some soda she go to the store
pepsi and cola, i told her get both
kid cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl

oh, oh
get on the floor

[verse 2: yung spicy]

five finger slip up her d-ck
i just divided a b-tch
ridin’ a whip or the stick
k!llers we dead on the beat
seven divided by three

logic the m-ss homicide
and your dad and your mom
and i’m thinkin’ of k!llin’ the beast
f-ck on your b-tch with the yeast
dominoe’s pizza the cheapest
my hittas the leanest, i’m back

i just step back
three-pointer wet i be washin’ these nets
i have tourette’s
i’m one, the illest that raps
all of my stickers be sticky
my d-cky be lifted
i work in the kitchen
but i’m goin’ fishin’
my homies is with me
this sh-t is a secret
just try not to keep it
my sticky be on me
like i’m abercrombie
these b-tches be hungry
but they all be zombies

snappin’ these hoes to the magnum
[?], be hittin’ like random
patek be hurtin, my louie is brandon, um

b-tch use an ice pack
hittas be mad that
my shawty be with it
my boots’ll be cl!ckin’
my cowboy hat on me
and no one can stop me
i’m writin’ off names

no one’ll live, racks and rack dishes
’cause i’m always eatin i’m hung
hung like a horse, (-neigh-)
f-ck on your daughter and this ain’t washin’
and foremost i’m whippin’ the porsche
understand morse, want a divorce?
the critics is hungry they lookin’ like bunnies
hoppity-hop to the spot, she bop on my top

uh
ice on my uh, uh (ice on it)
ice on my–

she could go in it with a sixteen uh
i would listen but i can’t hear uh
i would stop if you could catch me
i be eatin’ all these black beans
i’m with the strap on the 245
travis be oh my oh dis side

i’m baking with b-tches
these breads have been heated
just come out on friday
then one day you’ll eat it

i f-ck on your, b-tch
she suckin’ on my, d-ck
i–
i ain’t no snitch

[chorus: naijablack]

i got the drip to my feet
i feel the drink in my spleen
cuisine
i just might go off the bean
she think i’m mean
f-ck do you mean

hoes so mad, they in my sheets
b-tch gotta look at the sheets
supreme
naijablack spicy some beans
but we the team
got quick cuisine

hop out the camry four door
she want some chicken i’m cookin’ some more
cream and cheese drippin’ we said this before

oh, oh, oh
get on the floor

i need some soda she go to the store
pepsi and cola, i told her get both
kid cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl

oh, oh
get on the floor

- naijablack

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