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Yo T, I need that box of Steez Just pass me that please fam, respect Err, yo Screw, pass me that Jah Flow please Yeah man, safe
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
That's not fire, that looks poor Tryna put the city on the map, look North Man think that I'm just a grime MC Fam, what do you think I went and got a MacBook for? Why's everybody tryna watch my ting Instead of watching what I'm doing, get it stacked up, bro? Too many things man are celebrating
So tonight's the night we're getting yacked up, oh You said that you're a go-getter Why you lying to the youts, fam? You should know better Fam want me to promote their music But I never knew that I was doing ten letter
Long time when I came in the game Anyone around saw that I was a trendsetter
Came back with a sick vendetta Well, I'm setting the levels, they don't get no better
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
Some man sound like Dizzee and a bits Bad boy like I got Diddy and a bit
Them man know that I'm eating, right But you know I ain't from South killy and a bit
Hot flows, yeah I get slippy and a bit Busy and a bit, bro gets lippy and a bit
Got gyal from London, gyal from Manny And you know I got a few hippies and a bit Them man just ain't living in again Touch mic, let me start buffering again Man pay money, you come with the same, same, same Now you got Marg and editing again? Them man say that I write too much Cause I got way too much rhythm in my pen If I go stu's and I do a tune They'll be like "T, put more treble in again"
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"Ingredients" is a song by CoCo, released in 2017.
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CoCo →Collect ingredients, preparation is everything Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
Koko's going on cold, yeah Man better do as they're told, yeah I'm from if you try flexing around here Nuff stick-ups, you will hold, yeah I come from the South Yorkshire, yeah Pussy, don't chat shit, I taught ya, yeah
Your mar jay gave birth to a son While the poor woman should've had a daughter, yeah I'm coming out of the South, waddis? Well you better watch your mouth, waddis? Don't get rude, it will be your beef When the mandem come to your house, yeah
Better be as quiet as a mouse, yeah
Came from the underground, okay Nuff mighty thunder sound When Sheffield's inside, we run the mile, waddis?
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with Collect ingredients, preparation is everything Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
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