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Show me what you got We'll keep it low-key If you want Don't get cooked in a frying pot Cause when you add the spice Shit tends to get hot Melodies to my
couldn't tame When the fire starts burning from one, she finds another new flame Out of the frying pan, right into the fire She keeps turning the heat
wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan (and into the fire) Out of the frying pan and into the fireAnd I wanna
the frying pan You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then B-B-Broke niggas can't sit with me
The industry of execution pumps electricity into brains And corpses into graves Burning, frying, electrifying Burning, frying, electrifying Burning, frying
I been flashing flying fried like frying Glowing trying to shine like diamonds Whoa whoa whoa They talk behind my back but when I'm present silence
You put your girl in a urus Im in the back of a tour bus Sitting down crying Got a mate he's frying I'm on GTA steal planes and I'm flying My
Rotate, Rotate, Rotate, Rotate, Rotate Okay I hit the whip with a stick, like a blind man We finna pop like some oil; frying pan Silencer make him go
nigga's lying in the booth (in the booth yeah) I said all these nigga's frying in the booth (in the booth) I say I heard they know I'm the truth (I'm
the dead bodies The dead bodies ,the dead bodies, Marie Marieeee, the dead bodies What are you doing with that frying pan The frying pan in your hand Why do
on wondering why You never reply To all the important things You just keep on frying my mind I think that its time I finally think of me Why you keep on wasting
of fucking crying Deep in hell my body's frying Deep in hell my body's frying Deep in hell my body's frying Deep in hell my body's frying Deep in hell my
rain, I'm dumping your brain Mr Chicken, Mr Chicken that we fry, fry, fry Mr Chicken that we're frying deep Mr Chicken, Mr Chicken that we fry, fry,
frying in a skillet And a cigar in my mouth Mountain Dew in my refrigerator and Kids running round the house And me and her sitting with a big fire Burning
bitch got them bands No need for no clock she eye ball them grams Perk tens molly coke and the xans Cook a whole chicken in a frying pan She keep that
Catch him out of bounds we're gone shoot I just let it be known I'm the truth (Huh) These niggas lying in the booth I say all these niggas frying in
Im not a fighter Man Im way to hot Im like a frying pan NEVER DIE LIKE IM PETER PAN Im drinking weed I need a lighter man Im way too lit I need
talking My bruddas steppin Like a march band Try it Get flipped like a frying pan Call me the sickest I been patient Been getting money Now they hating I be
In frying pan cutting up dough With the Scissor hand nigga said oh damn hit em With wizard hand whipping up magic In frying pan cutting up dough
Let your mercy begin, let it cleanse my soul Exonerate my sins. Hit me with that lightning bolt Baste me in your frying pan, yes ol Sam he's at it
something about you keeps frying my brain Yeah I'll stay with you 'Cuz my mind is spinning in your microwave Break me down Break me down into nothing but my
billion dollar vision Working on the plan Got it cooking in the kitchen Frying in the pan Gotta put it in the bag Gotta put it in the bag Yeah we bout to do
Intro: It's the time that makes it worth all the love we don't deserve (x3) Chorus: 1, 2, 3, 4 2020 at you’re door I got 9 eggs in my frying pan
flying, there's no denying The king of the food chain is resigning What the fuck is this? Fucking kill me man, jesus christ I'm dying I'm living I'm frying
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