Highest_cuisine Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, so what the f*ck is this
I'm gone for a minute and y'all already need more hits
Well, don't worry 'cause this my specialty
Get in line so, so you can suck my dick
And don't panic it's organic
Made of natural fabric
Gluten-free and you can trust me
I got no shit on me
But I got you, aw
Just kidding, I don't want you, nah

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
f*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques
Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
I'm a kid making the highest cuisine
Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
f*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques
Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
I'm a kid making the highest cuisine, ay

[Verse 2]
Get out of my ride, 'cause you f*cking with the vibe
You been talking way too much, yeah, get yo' ass outside
And I am getting mad, yeah, don't worry I'll be fine
I don't even know how to drive, but whatever these are bars (Bars, bars, bars)
Pull up to the fashion show with my flip flops
Pimp gloss, oh my god, look he got supreme on?
I'm getting wet, look at him mom
She say "you look so cute", I'm like thanks I like dudes now
Yah, I don't give a single f*ck about my image
You can comment 'bout my life, this is fire innit
Motherf*cker, you can blow me like confetti
That's a stolen line but whatever now I made it My own, Imma ghost you bitch get lost
f*ck it up, take my loan, so I'll f*ck you later on
Your bitch moan on my throne, yeah, you getting thrown, bitch
Get out of my zone 'cause you ain't welcome

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
f*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques
Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
I'm a kid making the highest cuisine
Yeah, bitch, you don't know who you're messing with
f*ck this, f*ck rap, f*ck all your cliques
Don't need no clout, I don't need no diss
I'm a kid making the highest cuisine, ay

[Outro]
Esto no tiene sentido, todo esta perdido
Me doy vuelta y solo miro gente sin comer y luego me retiro
Hipócrita es lo mio, somos todos fríos
Me vine a la ciudad y ahora me persigo, confundido
Que no se que hacer, que no lo ves?
Se esta muriendo y nos quedamos con el cel, esto no puede ser
Ya no existe el placer, todos queremos el poder
Pero somos numerarios con una razón de ser
Trabajar, producir, consumir, reprimir para no sentir, ansiedad, te deprimís
Clonazepam para dormir, drogas para sentir, llenar el vacio de existir
En el limbo no puedo salir, ya no quiero seguir
Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah
Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah
Ciclo sin fin y luego te moris, yeah

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