paroles de chanson David Blaine - K-Trap

2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl
Slow cook with the fire on low
I'm feeling like Tony flying this snow
Trapping ain't dead, young boys still flying up O
Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl
I'm David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O
No face no case when I'm banging
Get it done like "who's gonna know?"
I play Ace when I'm trapping
Hit the strip that food's gotta go

Kitchen flaming hot when the yola's cooking
Did a bowl and fork, we ain't making pudding
I don't know about breaks, all year I'm jugging
And don't rap like you take them risks, when you know you wouldn't
Cats dem phone, that work still goes, no credit
All a nigga knows is buy and sell it
All year I just bruck down Bobby, now I'm Valentino stepping
K splash if a 12 rips, that ain't no usual denim
Even though I just get this bread, a machine I'll press it
Mash on the pitch from long time, grip my machine with tekkers
Slap that suttin off one time, and have some idiots jetting
Since then everyone calls me to shoot now
I'm feeling like Kaylum Dennis (or Ellis)
All day I've been serving shots, I ain't played no tennis
Got my young boys doing that corner
Come like your local chemist
It's far from a bag of weed when it's smoky settings
12-gauge looking all legless, tap that twice and kweff it

2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl
Slow cook with the fire on low
I'm feeling like Tony flying this snow
Trapping ain't dead, young boys still flying up O
Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl
I'm David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O
No face no case when I'm banging
Get it done like "who's gonna know?"
I play Ace when I'm trapping
Hit the strip that food's gotta go

They ask why I don't rap, man I'm tryna maintain this dough
And that's never enough if that paper folds
Since last year I've been scraping bowls
How you think I got a gold chain with a K on froze?
Remember days I could only buy one 2's
Now man try offer me an Oz, I find that rude
Tracksuit when I'm in traffic, besides that I'm a stylish yute
Bro I bought smoke before trying on Loubs
I'll lock off the party next door, I'm not nice, I'm rude
Bro told me it only slaps once, but I still try and do 2
Put a shoosh on the whoosh, silent broom
No noise when the guysdem slide back through

2 and a Q, 63 grams in the Pyrex bowl
Slow cook with the fire on low
I'm feeling like Tony flying this snow
Trapping ain't dead, young boys still flying up O
Whip in the kitchen, scrape that bowl
I'm David Blaine with the magic, 2 and a Q from an O
No face no case when I'm banging
Get it done like "who's gonna know?"
I play Ace when I'm trapping
Hit the strip that food's gotta go