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ocean kelly - industry candy lyrics

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[intro]

k!lla k!lla, what the f+ck you gon’
k!lla k!lla, what the f+ck you gon’

k!lla k!lla, what the f+ck you gon’
k!lla k!lla, what the f+ck you gon’

[verse 1]

yeah

here’s food for thought, (yeah)
b+tch, you a thot (okay)
let it marinate then put it in the pot (yuh)
that’s on 100, all my benji’s in flocks (yuh)
pretzels not embezzled these legitimate knots

i work for my paper like i’m choppin down trees (yeah)
make it rain on ya m+th+ got her rakin’ up leaves (haha)
f+ck the government and the government fees (wooh)
gun to my mac cam, i hope the government sees (ooh)

n+++++ tryna mac, that’s cheesy (ha)
perfected my kraft comе and taste it believе me (let’s go)
inspired by 3 stacks and little weezy
i’m sick of you new n+++++, i’m gettin’ a little queasy
26 by the time this sh+t drops (yeah)
that’s 15 years that i studied to get the spot now
do the math, i started 4 after 7
good afternoon, still here, been packin’ a mac+11 n++++

[chorus]

i’m about to eat sis, (haha)
enchilada
lace me in the gucci and the fendi and the prada (uh)
b+tch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada
you f+ckin’ with a new age n++++ don dada (dada)

i’m about to eat sis, enchilada
lace me in the gucci and the fendi and the prada (prada)
b+tch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada (nada)
you f+ckin’ with a new age n++++ don dada

[instrumental]

k!lla k!lla, what the f+ck you gon’
k!lla k!lla, what the f+ck you gon’

[verse 2]

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
you can pick the beat
i’ll k!ll it eenie meenie miney mo
i’mma be above you even when you on ya tippy toe
you anti+climatic, i’m the m+th+’ f+ckin’ antidote
i counteract you toxic m+th+f+ckas understand me doe

yo rhymes fishy like a can of sardines
my rhymes fresh like dryer sheets and i’m new like orleans
soon to be the cover of the magazines
soon to be the brother who has overcame by any means

necessary
been cold like ben & jerry
win gold, i’m legendary
ten fold, i’m comin’ heavy

you boys ain’t workin’
when you say you comin heavy, nah
you n+++++ beat ya meat until it’s noodles like spaghetti

picture me the missing piece of every industry
a little eye candy plus the baddest n++++ lyrically
i could probably pull ya son and ya daughter
ocean kelly out in tokyo, peace, sayonara

[chorus]
i’m about to eat sis, (hahaha)
enchilada (yeah)
lace me in the gucci and the fendi and the prada (god d+mn)
b+tch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada
you f+ckin’ with a new age n++++ don dada (dada)

i’m about to eat sis, enchilada
lace me in the gucci and the fendi and the prada
b+tch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada
you f+ckin’ with a new age n++++ don dada

[outro]

i keep it so real (c’mon)
so right
cuz that’s just how i’m feelin’ (c’mon, ah, c’mon)
all night

i keep it so real (c’mon)
so right
cuz that’s just how i’m feelin’ (ah)
all night (yeah)

- ocean kelly lyrics

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