OUT DA FRYING PAN Lyrics – Junior The Jenius

OUT DA FRYING PAN Lyrics by Junior The Jenius

〈HOOK〉
Smoking out the frying pan
Holding hot sh#t, wrist Iron Man
Bro better watch his self

Focus with the fire dance
Fold a Raw spliff, lit the diaphragm
So when I talk, sh#t melt
Shorty dripping Cayenne

Sorta (Soda) nauseous, sipping diet cans
Coke finna pop, fishscale
Rolling up a cypher
Pass, skip the opp b#tch, getting higher than

Folks, he my dog for real
〈VERSE I〉
3 hunnid 65 Fahrenheit
High as hell, got the 12 on me like a pair of dice

Bee stunging butterfly, parasite
Black and yellow cellulites on my girl booty, she my blasian wife
Hopping out the Buick ’04 with the glass down
Dodging my dispute with Popo ‘till I pass out

Talking bout his boo saw folk’s ghost, better ask around
Cropping off the student photo, dude a class clown
Why so serious?
Pissed off, open locked jaws like my fish flocked

Laughing off delirious
Rhinestone pryamid
Big top while I pop za from the ziplock
Ashing at the funeral

(Huh) Piss on your grave
Smoking lil homie, take 2 to the face
Fold, rigarmortis
He cold as pneumonia, Ed Snowden expose ‘em

Do donuts, hook Bluetooth to breaks
Boot to the gas
Cooking grenades while my foot in they #ss
Who is you sh#tting? I’m “batter” than Guinness

Wrist whipping charades, frisky flashing the widgets
b#tch pass me the spirits
This zoot suit shoot spades and my casket coherence
Don’t dig up my grave, whoop you #ss interfering

Put 2 thru your gauge, I’m mismatching the earrings then show up all black to the hearing
Cause boy I’m just-
Boy I’m just minding my business
If God is my witness, then he just envisioned a ghost

Father like Son, sister I ain’t the one
Just be dodging thru Christmas lights, kiss mistletoe
Told them I’m with the sh#t, Folknem up in this b#tch
Roaches floor riddled with, swishers below

Flow with the dissonance, Otis J villainous
Flipping the protégé, listen in close
Open the chrysalis meeting the phoenix
Ctrl+Alt deleting my demons

Coleman, my instrument bleeding adidas
Pardon my reach for the heater
〈HOOK〉
Smoking out the frying pan

Holding hot sh#t, wrist Iron Man
Bro better watch his self
Focus with the fire dance
Fold a Raw spliff, lit the diaphragm

So when I talk, sh#t melt
Shorty dripping Cayenne
Sorta (Soda) nauseous, sipping diet cans
Coke finna pop, fishscale

Rolling up a cypher
Pass, skip the opp b#tch, getting higher than
Folks, he my dog for real
〈VERSE II〉

Deep fat fryer flipped on grandad face when dude was 6 months
Took his thigh and skinned a graph in place, hot glued, got stitched up
In ‘81 my father came, pops dropped 2 floors, done broke his spine
They said he poured them lava flames, hot rock juice for some overtime

Milking the clock like Similac tins
Back in 1995 flipping fishes, ask Prince
He like lobster on the side, dish the pistol, Mac-10
Get the Cheese, PC, Pi, greasy griddle salmon

Au Jus when I sneeze in the booth in my prime
Nail and tooth, Listerine, swisher smooth Genuwine
Raise the roof, 2 seater, but the coupe on fire
What it do? New freezer, in the news Five Guys

FlameBurger, white tee, ketchup stain on it
Must’ve (Mustard) had a knife, Spike Lee, School Daze luncheon (lunging)
Shane coming in late, dishing food, plate running
Race to the MinuteMaid, Crippin’ BlueFace hunnid’s

Grit to the Benjamin’s, flexing my ligaments
But my right hand fixed gripping the testament
Splitting the venison, check is indigenous
On my night stand sits immigrant medicine

Indica sticky, sativa like gelatin
Deep in the kitchen, my dinner repetitive
Chicken on chicken on chicken on chicken
The only decision is what it be breaded in

Flipping the birdie, no pigeon, don’t piss him off
I get up early, with my chick and hit it raw
Demo for derby, I’m swerving, she dirty
Be all on my sh#t, shoot a flick as we dipping off

I beat the beat up, you clean up, then rinse it off
I feel conceited, this weed got me giving off
Straight BDE, double D’s, triple cockpit
I’m winging it, sweet chili sause

〈HOOK〉
Smoking out the frying pan
Holding hot sh#t, wrist Iron Man
Bro better watch his self

Focus with the fire dance
Fold a Raw spliff, lit the diaphragm
So when I talk, sh#t melt
Shorty dripping Cayenne

Sorta (Soda) nauseous, sipping diet cans
Coke finna pop, fishscale
Rolling up a cypher
Pass, skip the opp b#tch, getting higher than

Folks, he my dog for real
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Junior The Jenius Lyrics – OUT DA FRYING PAN

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OUT DA FRYING PAN