Unge Obi – Kenwood

Unge Obi – Kenwood Lyrics

Artist: Unge Obi
Song: Kenwood

Ah ok, så det er vanlig å rappe om ting man eier
Så lenge man får fram merke og pris ja
Det blir nesten som en reklame da
Men jeg hakke så mye Gucci og bal, balmai, balma

Kan jeg bare rappe om det dyreste jeg har?
Stacker dough, med kanelsnurrer, de så litt brent ut
Men jeg bare begynner på nytt, alt er lettere når jeg kan sette på kjøkkenmaskinen fra Kenwood
Jeg lager Baguette, mensebrette genser, jeg heller oppi ingrediensen og trykker på knappen og venter til deigen er fast

Finner frem vann jeg kan pensle med
Hrrr ja, Kenwood, ja
Sånn liksom, var det bra?
Du glemte prisen

Prisen
Titusen lapper jeg fikk den på skatten
Glutenfritt levebrød hever om natten
Bisket krem, lager kake til bursdagen min, ser ut som konditor har bakt den

De liker å se meg på kjøkkenet, kaka må spises gap opp
Sitter med Pc-en i fanget
Jeg f#cker med Trine’s matblogg
Og hun vil ha boller i ovnen, ja ja

Hun vil ha boller i hånden, ja ja
Måler opp, fløte, fem desiliter, jeg setter på korken
Gutta vet hva som skjer når jeg fyrer opp kjøkkenmaskinen å tar på meg forklet
Tar en kaffekopp mens eggehviten blir pisket opp

Lager pablova, visker opp
Stikker til Kitch’n og rydder butikken, alle gutta får egen slikkepott
Melisen min har patent, den er hundre prosent ren ingrediens
Vi puller opp i en benz, hele gjengen har munnviken full av marengs

Versace versace, sløyfe og dress, kledd som en hemmelig agent, pusher flasker, makroner som narkobaron i konfirmasjon, tar med pengene hjem
Trenger sukker å gjær
Jeg skriver huskelapper
I år blir det p#ss# på meg

Jeg lager lussekatter, jeg skal ha skal ha femtito, heller i melken og setter i eltekrok, smelter no meierismør, ser på benken kjøkken mens jeg venter til deigen blir kjempestor, den blir kjempegod
De liker å se meg på kjøkkenet, kaka må spises gap opp
Sitter med Pc-en i fanget
Jeg f#cker med Trine’s matblogg

Og hun vil ha boller i ovnen, ja ja
Hun vil ha boller i hånden, ja ja
Hrrr ja, Kenwood, ja ja
Sørloth, brun tutt, begynner på nytt Kenwood

Cøliaki, jeg fakker med glutenfritt mel oppi kakene, smaker litt skipt men legen min sa at det er det jeg må bake med, trykker på knakkene ja
Hrrr ja, Kenwood, ja ja
Kenwood ja
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Kenwood Lyrics – English Translation

Ah ok, so it is common to rap about things one owns
As long as one gets a mark and price yes
It’s almost like an advertis#ment then
But I chop so much Gucci and Bal, Balmai, Balma

Can I just ripe about the most expensive I have?
Stacker dough, with cinnamon surrounds, they looked a little burned out
But I just start again, everything is easier when I can put on the kitchen machine from Kenwood
I make baguette, mensebrette sweater, I rather the ingredient and press the button and wait until the dough is fixed

Finds out water I can brush with
HRRR Yes, Kenwood, yes
So like, it was good?
You forgot the price

Price
Tens of patches i got it on the treasure
Gluten-free livelihood raises at night
Biske cream, stock cake for my birthday, looks like pastry chef has baked it

They like to see me in the kitchen, cake must be eaten gap up
Sitting with your PC in the lap
I f#cker with Trine’s food blog
And she wants bowls in the oven, yes yes

She wants bowls in hand, yes yes
Measures up, cream, five desiliters, I put on the cork
The guys know what happens when I am firing up the kitchen machine to take on me explained
Taking a coffee cup while the egg whom is whipped up

Stock Pablova, wipes up
Sticking to kitch’n and clearing the store, all guys get their own spatula
My Melis has a patent, it is a hundred percent pure ingredient
We pull up in a benz, the whole gang has the mouth of mouth full of meringue

Versace Versace, loop and suit, dressed as a secret agent, pusher bottles, macaroons such as narkobaron in graduation, bringing the money home
Need sugar to yeast
I write memos
This year it gets p#ss# on me

I make lusk cats, I’ll have to have fifty-two, rather in the milk and put in height, melt no dairy butter, watch the bench Kitchen while waiting until the dough gets huge, it becomes yummy
They like to see me in the kitchen, cake must be eaten gap up
Sitting with your PC in the lap
I f#cker with Trine’s food blog

And she wants bowls in the oven, yes yes
She wants bowls in hand, yes yes
HRRR Yes, Kenwood, yes yes
Sørloth, Brown Tutt, begins again Kenwood

Celiac disease, I’m facking with gluten-free flour up the cookies, tastes a little shipped but my doctor said that it’s what I have to bake with, press the buttocks Yes
HRRR Yes, Kenwood, yes yes
Kenwood yes
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Unge Obi Lyrics – Kenwood

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From the album:
Hope of Every Promise
Release Year: 2017