"Pure Filth" lyrics
Yung Fume & Kwengface Lyrics
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Four 'round her bit)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Corey?, yeah)
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 (Yeah, go, ahh)
Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mean that (Let's go, yeah)
This a Maybach (Yeah, uh) and they hate that (They hate)
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 (Ooh)
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 (Ooh)
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)
In the kitchen, whippin' four 'round her bit (Corey?, yeah)
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 (Yeah, go, ahh)
Tell 'em "We back" (We back) and I mean that (Let's go, yeah)
This a Maybach (Yeah, uh) and they hate that (They hate)
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 (Ooh)
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 (Ooh)
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)
