Lyrics:
I’m mr.devonaire cooler den a Frigidaire In yo bitches lair Whippin wit the kitchenware I’m whippin wit the kitchenware I’m whippin wit
of you for the hour I'm still locked in the basement in rags They clipped through my ear with a tag Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware At least honour
shy tonight Sleepy eyes And your face still bare Handling kitchenware Tell me, will you stay awhile? Tell me jokes Make me laugh some more Say I'm yours
on mission Boiled up like kitchenware They best beware I'm only getting started Want everything Before I'm gone, departed Hasta la vista Like asta I beat down
Pumpkin seed gonna get you soon Cous cous, kitchenware, attitude And nothing more than an acorn shell Yeah this is my October Shadow me
fire for my engineer Listen here, the flow sharp like kitchenware, different tier We do our job then we disappear Vision clear, money got us
Ground floor: ladies clothes, sportswear stationery First floor: kitchenware, furnishings, confectionery Second floor: children's toys, back
Ground floor perfumery, stationery and leather goods, wigs and haberdashery kitchenware and food...going up First floor telephones, gents ready-made
The trap empty, all I had kitchenware and a biscuit (that's it) I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (uh-huh) This for my niggas in
the kitchenware, now listen here My motherfuckin' business I choose to disappear Ready, don't gotta get prepared This is my rags to riches year No more fakin'
kitchenware, wrap my bricks in here (ah) Vision clear, sell a million bricks, I'll be a billionaire (ah)
the kitchenware My legs spread all in the air Don't get no ketchup in my hair Now we're in the living room And all of me boy you consume You're loving how I'm
foursquare His Word will sharpen up ya soul make u kitchenware True or Dare, God is good, I believe its true I dare you, dare you, try Him out like a new boo
Listen here, Gianni kitchenware, wrap my bricks in here (ah) Vision clear, sell a million bricks, I'll be a billionaire (ah)
scared away Forever been strange bro, like this kid is Aaron Yates Been set in to play so have ya kitchenware in place This ain't no buffet, this is
kitchenware Need a switch-up on the energy, tired of talking bout the enemies Boy its about a bag, then another body bag if niggas ever standing next to me I
play with my arm Choke you out with a yarn Pretty face, meet the glass Front and center my plan Kitchenware out your hands Fire smolder your bands AH!
you some kitchenware Or candy bars for the hoards Sunday's Child Now Reborn Sunday's Child
Cupboard full of thrift store kitchenware My dreams only come true when you're there We could move to London or Saint Petersburg I'd go anywhere
this now: "If I only had the time to do it now" But you see, the time is right now How many things to turn around A new chair, kitchenware Or maybe move
to the back of the lot Beat the crowds coming in after 12 so what time you got? Saxophones and lounge music on the speakers Living room sets and the kitchenware
of kitchenware Two Halves of the same hole For The one’s who are assholes Six Times better To Find the inner workings I can't see what you are up to I don't seem
billions in the air Made half of my beats using my ass with some kitchenware I'm a softy like a teddy bear But brawny like a brown bear Brain's going insane
a lightbulb I'll rest my head Or will the heat burn my cotton neck Cotton neck My face will be in every place In magazines and kitchenware My mind will spill
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