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king grubb - hot dogs lyrics

[verse 1 + king grubb]

you the type to do something to rap about it
i’m the type to do nothing and laugh about it
cult reppin’, brick pelly clique kid ask about it
all i do is sag and that’s about it
and if you wanna know the names jevay, it starts with a j
i meant what i said about asics trainers back in the day
i didn’t ask to be this handsome but hey
they should build a splab in my name and pass it this way, yey
standing at the buffet, type to trip your b+tch as she tries to catch the bouquet
yeah your rhymes were the sh+t, for a laugh with my mates, it saddens to say
still better than a slap in the face, ey yo
i never owned a pair of rockports, put my perfections on show cause i ain’t got flaws
if it involves wh0res, blunts and rum then i’m board
spare me the god talk vicor, i gave your misses what for

[hook]

i’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
rappers are whack, shut the f+ck up
i’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
rappers are whack, shut the f+ck up

[verse 2 + lee scott]

so i, put me whole hand in your ear hole and squeeze your brain dry
me and whoever the best is are the same guy
i do it like only a thug could, i don’t look good for me age, i just look good
your ride or dies wheels are clamped, speeding past sounding like a broken peavey amp
now i’m in cashies with a genies lamp cause i blew me wishes on beak and dank, with peter and frank
what ya saying? silence when you speak to the champ
blast a mercedes, cruising down the street in a tank
i’m laughing and i haven’t even been to the bank
hip+hops alive and you’ve got leezus to thank
for rebuilding it from a pile of bones
broken side alone, existential crisis loans
holy kettle water in me hot toddy
neanderthal brain with a god body

[hook]
i’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
rappers are whack, shut the f+ck up
i’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
rappers are whack, shut the f+ck up
i’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
rappers are whack, shut the f+ck up
i’m in your kitchen pulling hot dogs, yeah
rappers are whack, shut the f+ck up

- king grubb lyrics

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