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sweet & sour - yung deli & velocitraptor lyrics

[intro]

i got all my ice on my neck hanging like a tree
i got all my ovens turnin’ out birds at high degrees
i brought all my jugs out, they call me the canteen
spent a minute in the kitchen now im choppin’ greens overseas

show me the chickens i’ll give you the spice
you run with my money you run with your life
you knock at my door i won’t be playin’ nice
you think you can catch me, ain’t seen me on ice
open the fridge, grab me some shallots
rotisserie chicken, the steak with the mallet
yung deli yung ramsay rap game colonel sanders
member’ back in the day slangin’ the tenders

[hook]

they hate us, (x3)
they really wanna be us
sweet and the sour, sweer and then sour
got deals every hour, she sweet then she sour
she sweet then she sour, got deals every hour
she sniff chilli powder, od in the shower

[verse 1]

i’m sellin’ taters and chickens to children
like i’m movin’ sauce by the pallet
i’m shippin’ them brickens that’s landin’ at ports
yet i still chop blocks like a salad
yung action bronson
deli’s got prosciutto hangin’ in that smoke house
always drippin’ always got that sweet and sour on spout
lemon pepper seasoning got bricks inside the wall
stash my burners in the oven smuggle chilli in tennis b-lls
keep my money in the matress and my chickens in the freezer
my plug got a yacht you smuggle drugs inside your kiester
i really came out that pantry
whippin’ chickens sellin’ taters by the plenty
rememeber back in the day yung deli squarepants
servin’ the community on the daily
see my sweet and sour tastes like candy
and see most of these rappers have no education or patience
see i’m all about good food, fun, friends, and family
still keep toolies at handy
they say “hey deli, you the hottest out; without a doubt.”
them coloured bills is what i talk
and i know how to cook
a chickens what im really bout’

[hook]

[verse 2]

to get to where i got you know i had to wash some dishes
had to mop some kitchens
now i’m standin’ naked in them beni bath robes
singing ain’t no rest for the wicked, speedin’
cops tryna gimme them tickets
really born gifted got hands like leonardo da’vinci
pull up steal your lawn gnomes, lawn mower
clothes pins, clothes lines and all of your bedsheets
if i pull up on your block it’s going down
just like buster jangles, oh you got your chickens
hit your house from like twelve angles
pull up mess your girls mentallity up
and dissapear just like im chirs angel
b-tches they see me start screaming
and they ain’t even know me
i’m ballin’ so hard you think i’m kin to kobe
my b-tch so bad one look she give you a nosebleed
you wanna f-ck around you wind up with no t–th
open the fridge i’m grabbin all yo cheese
open the freezer i’m grabbin’ all yo wings
i’m known to do many things
ridin’ round, i iced out my many rings
d-mn yung deli you’re the best rapper in the game
puttin’ road blocks in lanes, switching them chains
they know your name they know your game
slide on your -ss in that white tee
i might just do it like nike
your b-tch just mad, she do it to spite me
my sweet and sour stay steady spiked g
i’m sippin’ that iced tea

[outro]

- yung deli velocitraptor lyrics

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