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azanda - masterchef feat yung york lyrics

too many times, sitting back, getting high
jealousy in my eyes
yorkie wreck it

too many lies, out my mouth, make you cry, for the clout
nike tick
when i step in

stars in my eyes, live a life that ain’t mine
grip a knife
cut the cr+p
don’t beg it
x2
too many times, ive been caught short
messed up
going all out
like i’m a d+ckhead

thats that gregg wallace flow
master chef, yorkie cooking up bangers
my sh+t apollo 17
your sh+t sounds like, you’re working with the clangers
cut out the xan and ketamine
sniffing lines won’t make your raps madder
stop spending p’s
youve got too many garms and not enough hangars

i reside in the north
where pounds are short but dreams are much shorter
i light my torch
then you drown it out acting wet. water
might eye that porsche
she looks beautiful but i just can’t afford her
might rob that porsche
robin hood of yorkshire pass it to someone poorer

hopefully, you will see, that yorkie does not act like a bad man
yorkie make beats, yorkie blow up, yorkie tryna stop being a sad man
inherently, im right where i’m meanna be
my history ain’t filled with no stardom
oh aye, ees good, pro+er yorkshire lad on’t mic
i beg ya f+cking pardon?
no cheese, in these worn out trackies
only stains
no bees in my bonnet
i dont have a f+cking bonnet, i bus it
on ya bike, man i push it
on the mic, yorkie buzz it
so handsome, hold your flow ransom, come through sanction your bars
liz truss it
(unprecedented sanctions)

come to your house on a depop ting
(sell your clothes)
come to your set on a reload ting
(steal the show)
yorkie boy spitting pastry, bakery, yeah
i’m on a roll
taught myself to k!ll a beat
it’s all i know

my mind told me grow up grow up grow up man
yorkie gonna show up, show up fam
my mind told me to get out of this place while i still had the chance and f+ck yeah thats my game plan

too many times, sitting back, getting high
jealousy in my eyes
yorkie wreck it
too many lies, out my mouth, make you cry, for the clout
nike tick
when i step in

stars in my eyes, live a life that ain’t mine
grip a knife
cut the cr+p
don’t beg it

x2
too many times, ive been caught short
messed up
going all out
like i’m a d+ckhead

sos got the team on a win though

- azanda lyrics

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