Golden Spuds Dynasty

Lyrics

[Verse: Chef on the beat] (Cook, Fryiiiin', fryiiiin') What? This taste like a bite for kings The hottest spot on wheels, servin' up things Which things? Spuds turn to gold rings Yeah! We're the bomb ones Known for the crispy bites Golden like the sun, we ain't sitting on the sides But I love food, so I'm flippin' all these fries

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