Hell's Kitchen (Radio Edit)
Kenny K. Royal
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Hot out the oven Getcha taste buds ready, hitta Seasoned to the taste Is it too much (Ready, hitta) Known to pack a punch Is ya pallet delicate Cause it's an uppercut (Yeah, It's an uppercut) So run the price up Is these hittas broke (Is you broke) When the cookie fire Hittas sell they soul (They sell they soul) All these snitches mad now Cause they hittas hellbound Tell a hatin' pro meet us 9 circles down Eyes so smokey, got a glare that'll burn a witch Posters on his wall, but he swearin' he don't know the kid If I shoot my shot, never miss; only know the swish I'm the blueprint dressed in black. Thanks for noticin' Messin up the scene. If I go, a fiasco If I whip these hips, catchin' men like a lasso Sis, Ima star! Welcome back to my channel Competition found dead. Got they heads on my mantle Sugar, Spice, and everything nice That's what these girls are made of (What you made of) But a witch like me gets a lil fiesty And the Gods have killed for this flavor Hot out the oven Getcha taste buds ready, hitta Seasoned to the taste Is it too much (Ready, hitta) Known to pack a punch Is ya pallet delicate Cause it's an uppercut (Yeah, It's an uppercut) So run the price up Is these hittas broke (Is you broke) When the cookie fire Hittas sell they soul (They sell they soul) All these snitches mad now Cause they hittas hellbound Tell a hatin' pro meet us 9 circles down Ripped from the pages of the Bad Witch Cookbook Burnt the sage up. Can't copy this lookbook Keep em on they toes. Gotta leave the girls shookbook Never take my crown. Oh, I wish a snitch could-book Hittas steppin up aint gotta pinch of my power Always on top; castin' shadows like towers A presence like this make a basic snitch cower Overheatin' these men, gott'em takin' cold showers Sugar, Spice and everything nice That's what these girls are made of (What you made of) But a witch like me gets a lil fiesty And the odds are forever in my favor Hot out the oven Getcha taste buds ready, hitta Seasoned to the taste Is it too much (Ready, hitta) Known to pack a punch Is ya pallet delicate Cause it's an uppercut (Yeah, It's an uppercut) So run the price up Is these hittas broke (Is you broke) When the cookie fire Hittas sell they soul (They sell they soul) All these snitches mad now Cause they hittas hellbound Tell a hatin' pro meet us 9 circles down
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