Lyrics:
a lex, then probably
This one white chick said gettin' real smokey and feelin' free
This black chick said sippin' Hennessy in V.I.P.
Well, well, you can
I got wishes
You know I got wishes
Cleaning up them dishes
I be whipping in the kitchen
I got wishes
You know I got wishes
Cleaning up them dishes
in the kitchen
Didn't have it all always had something missin
Gotta do it by yo self cuz aint nobody gon give you shit
So worried about the internet
So
with babies, R Kelly and Epstein shit
Why y'all acting like I ain't God level
Act like a nigga ain't been spitting bars
Act like I ain't got no tenders,
that's Trident
Things in the kitchen that's science, trap phones filled up with clients
And the opps can't tell me 'bout riding, I had the whole block
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R
kelly tape
If you see me in the club
Nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin'
(woo) tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
Diarrhea nigga,
All I do is shit shit
All I do is Crip shit
Pull it out and nut in it
Mannibalector pissing
R Kelly bitches
Body smelling vicious
up the cash and drill it
Go to your spot and bill it
Their money coming in midget
My money coming in different
Cah I went hard in the kitchen
You was
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
the reason
I'ma have me one more hit
'Cause I just don't want to give a shit
In my own little corner little chair
Cinderelli
I'm lying on the kitchen floor
He
faggot-ass niggas that like to front
I'm on some BBC Bape shit
I'm on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat
Making beats in my apron
You hating and you
from a tree
He's got his hungry eye on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
in the kitchen and I was going to my bowl
I needed some rice to fulfill my soul
I got the rice and I ate it and I was feeling pretty whole
We are
Inside canals
LA gears with the laces missing
Me Against the World in the background
Mama had gave me bowl cut in the kitchen
Big cousin became a statistic
I was temporarily blind by a neon dollar sign
It pacified my mind and whispered things are fine
Said, "Boy, if you wanna heal just sign this paper
it's starting to look a lot like Trapped in the Closet (ooh)
I was thinking about that masterpiece by R. Kelly (ooh)
When suddenly my dentist started
Making me wish we could go back to the way we were
Well ghosts are in my kitchen, ghosts are in your dreams
Ghosts of her are everywhere at least that's
succulent
Tryna prophesies and then the wicked get truculent
Y'all clowning R Kelly but forgot what y'all uncles did
Calling women dogs but forgot what y'all
nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass
You remind me of this thing something like
R.Kelly singing 'bout a jeep
Boy, you're everything to me
I been just chilling and making the bands
Perfecting my grind
I cook in the studio like in the kitchen
I'm serving up rhymes
I cannot think about
with the Ruger, by the intersect sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy, so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy
In a truck or in a Lamby
Put my
check
Disguised as business men
Said, "Who let in R Kelly's clique?"
Bringing crack rocks on the plane
I throw him down on the
Floor and start pounding
I
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