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Roots and culture
cnue Nahki representing for life itself

Watch them a fight over land and oil
While the people can't buy cooking oil
Don't there

look what you done to me
Ya gone and broke all my dreams
I'm falling apart at the seams
I got cooking oil from head to toe
Now I turn to golden glow

She

tile
Mek me nibble di breast like chicken
When it fry inna cooking oil
While you siddung pon di ting weh
Longer than di river Nile follow mi!
Fi get di

it electric, elon Musk
Don't ride when you get hit up
They get on Twitter like Elon Musk
No WD-40, cooking oil gonna clean it up
Caramel chocolate,

(lil bitch)
Cooking oil is the new gold (wait hold up)
Who In the streets with that shit
We gon jump the lil bitch (lil bitch)
Deep (deep deep) state
We

in cooking oil
Dip the Christians in oil
So we don't let them spoil
Set the Christians ablaze
Set the Christians ablaze
Set the Christians ablaze
So

and a life of being piss poor 

Onesies sliding up and down the hallway on the 6th floor 
Note in my hand, borrowing cooking oil from Miss Moore 
Kicking

skin like some cooking oil
He ain't really with the sin, he a pussy boy (he a pussy)
Go on, let the smokers in we been lookin' for us

why you don't believe me do you take me to be a fool. Somebody turn on the lights I been looking for her shes a meal I think I need some cooking oil

at myself
Blame it on everyone except on myself
I'm easily boiled, I'm easily boiled
Cause I'm drunk on cooking oil

I eat plastic bag for a snack
Plastic bag

been in the kitchen
Cooking oil whipping butter
I done put my all into this shit
And you tried to leave me
I done tried to let go all this pain
But it

world ice cold
Rotten compose, diary bottles, cooking oil 
Mouse, jumping over curdled, puddle, yea

Tiiinman put shit in garbage can
Typical working

rearview
Smile in your face, meanwhile, I wonder how I'd hurt you
Maybe force your girl to kiss up on my skin flute
Maybe put some cooking oil in ya tank

Stage lights, it's almost time for action (Inshallah)
Win or lose, your mother's greasy back hair's
Getting strained and used as cooking oil (Inshallah)

of the game but love needs chips
Chips need potatoes some cooking oil and seasoning
Too much of a good thing make a nigga indecent
Spent a half of rack

smell like cooking oil but they might let me on

And I want to run until I break through
Pack up my books and head somewhere new
I've got a thousand

Love to watch me leave Yet can't wait till I return We all flawed He love me Flaws and all get it Popping cooking oil we go on and on And if I need he

And bitch you could be on a slip and slide with cooking oil but you still wouldn’t get this pimping see
This shit is upper echelon I transform bitches into

cooking oil, his armpits smell like death
How long's he gonna be like this, how long's it gonna last
Just another seven years before it's in the past
But if

the money make a nigga choose his dick over his brain
Just wanna be paid fuck a nigga wanna beef
I remember times we ain't had nothing to eat
Cooking oil rice

In the early morning rain I can feel my spirit float
Bundled up though I know nothing of true cold
Grey puddles spreading over pavement like cooking

my dignity's torn
Everybody's calling me the king prawn  
 
I remember when we were young
Nobody put any sun cream on
Rubbing your body in cooking oil

a drought dipping in the safe
Just Lost a 9 out a brick cooking oil base
Lost 20 through the mail they tryna build a case
Customs hitting every pack Blitzing

of town
After hitting the bars we're gonna tear it down

Open up the throttle thunder roaring loud
Sun cooking leather smells of oil and beer
Gotta find