Ravi (ft. Double K, Microdot) – FRYPAN


Woo, pour it all out
Stir fry it with munchies
Just prepare the ingredients simply
Stir fry it and enjoy it ye
However your appetite goes, buffet
Place of origin is your brain
Pour out the prepared ingredients
And flick your wrists above the strong fire

Woo, my studio already received three Michelin stars, cook ya
Customers take one bite and pay me woo ya
Oh yeah, I get tips bigger than my pay, sorry sorry
Beef chicken noodle, Korean, Chinese, Japanese, Western
Don’t care, yummy ye
Another business trip, gotta go to a buffet
Even in Chile, across the world
Dicing and slicing ya
Order in the kitchen
Look at my apron, made by Gucci ya
Gucci gang Gucci gang ye
You can spill stew on my Gucci
ye cut it cut it, take care of all this
Hatchery in front of your yard, multi ye
Woo
No matter how much I make
I keep cookin like Baek Jong Won
Woo
You don’t need to feel me
To some, I’m Gordon Ramsey ye woo
I know you fuckin’ who you are ye
U know you fuckin’ who am I hell ye
I don’t give a fuck, keep frying and stirring
My inspiration is my future and present
You can burn it, I’m a pervert
Putting my dreams in my pervy frypan and shake it ya
If I take my clothes off, that’s my shedding my skin like a snake
Hey shut your nonsense and just order dude

Woo, pour it all out
Stir fry it with munchies
Just prepare the ingredients simply
Stir fry it and enjoy it ye
However your appetite goes, buffet
Place of origin is your brain
Pour out the prepared ingredients
And flick your wrists above the strong fire

Frypan frypan cookin’ ye Frypan fry
Ye Frypan frypan cookin’ ye Frypan fry

Studios my kitchen
I got dat secret recipe
When I’m cookin
I mix it up than
On top of this burning beat
Cook it till it’s well done like
Fried chicken
I be cookin this rap
Bringing this fire
Movin this bread
My studio is my bakery
I be doin this h.a.m
U rappers be licking your lips
Filling up your protein
For me they all just appetizer
You can’t put me in your bean-size plate
And u gotta loose weight
Why don’t u just Go on a diet
This is grown man’s plate
I’m like main chef Lee San Ho
watch how I decorate this shit
This is art, I’m a designer

I fucking eat a lot, I don’t care who sees
I fucking eat alot so I need to make twice as much money
Whip it up whip it up my cash I stack it up
I stack u pmy paper like wraps, paper cut paper cut ohh
My flow is untouchable, sometimes they can’t understand my craziness
Slice up some sushi, put out all the ingredients, ima chef, no amateur
Check my repertoire my recipe
I empty my stomach before eating
Bastards who tasted the msg of my flow can’t put down their spoons
Only tuning in even harder
I only spit out classic sayings, only put in organic, 1 of 1 character
Meals at Luka 511! I make money like illionaire
Soon I’ll be a millionaire
Inquiries about bookings keep stacking up, you feelin it
You can hear my voice all over the world
Taking over music portals, all TV channels
All the rest of the bastards can feel it
We ballin so I’m cookin in maimi wattup try
If we talking rings I’m cutting steak by the golden gate
Only looking for good places like Rams crew and Choon Restaurant, cutting stakes
Fry it fry it, i’m the chef

Woo, pour it all out
Stir fry it with munchies
Just prepare the ingredients simply
Stir fry it and enjoy it ye
However your appetite goes, buffet
Place of origin is your brain
Pour out the prepared ingredients
And flick your wrists above the strong fire

Frypan frypan cookin’ ye Frypan fry
Ye Frypan frypan cookin’ ye Frypan fry

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