Lyrics:
Shell casings out my 9 flyin’
Through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it
You fuck around
We’ll blow your heart out the
Back of your
you been?
Bad bees on things expensive weave, we can link
I be the chef smells like death, kitchen stinks
Wrap the rocks in paper
Then we cut like
Well I run through the kitchen looked in the paper
Said, oh God almighty, mama, there it says a gator, come on, come on
Every other day I got
to the mission
Can't even punish my bitch
She like whippings
Gone say I aint shit then get back in the kitchen
Got paper plates only I aint washing no dishes
If I
Well I run through the kitchen looked in the paper
Said, oh God almighty, mama, there it says a gator, come on, come on
Every other day I got
never got used to any kitchen
Paper plates water off so much for doing dishes
Man
Tryin to stay sane in the midst of all my sinnin
Tossin and turnin being
the trap, whippin' in the kitchen
Now I stack that paper and my diamonds glisten
They tried to tell me but I never listen
And I'm a boss, never jockey for
ain't way I can trust you
Yeah all I know is hustle cuz I came out the struggle
Remember nights that I went hungry wit no food up in that kitchen
Paper
Tell them that I need the cake
I just came to snatch up all the paper
In the kitchen, water whippin
Brokedown a chicken
I just came to snatch up all
Your feet propped up on that kitchen chair
Mornin' papers scattered all around you
Coffee brewin' on that cast-iron stove
And the pleasure of just
the kitchen
They worshippin that paper, money they new religion
I flow with no direction just follow my intuition
Okay I'm overzealous,I'm seeking searchin for
many people who say they got me but acting suspicious
Cooking a track up in the kitchen all Paper plates
We ain't giving them no sneak diss we don't
precision
I'm really one with God but they just call it intuition
Crackers say its criminal but unc was Jesus in that kitchen
The paper following my mouth I
you been gone, the color's wrong,
the kitchen counter's papers that were drawn
the fall's the only place that we were called, I finally saw,
that none
other
And we all live for it
Got the family coming down
From the east to the west
Everybody about to go in
Granny burning in the kitchen
Rock, paper
And shoutout to my brother in the kitchen he whipping
Chasing paper I been tryna get it
Girl I told you I loved you when I said it really meant it
I been chasing
brains on the f***in' kitchen sink about
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamin's, skyscrapers, my n****s get ("money")
My b****es get
brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get
all the action so fuck all the bluffin
Trust it my nigga it’s up in my vision
The reason I’m goin hard in the kitchen
Stackin this paper to get
if you don't get up out my kitchen"
Plastic, forks and paper dishes, tryna make it out these trenches
I've been down, I've been low, gas on E, bills
the kitchen
All about my paper I ain't gotta wash the dishes
Hoe I'm so reel you could even catch me fishing
Fuck up out my face if you hit me with
story's done
Then I'm naked on the next flight to wherever can fix me
How to float
In kitchen sinks on paper boats
And home is too close to home
Hands hit
On the weekday, lil man blazed him
Free Santan he ain't write on papers Kitchen man, call it a clipper
The way that I got, mans head back tapered She on her bed,
Shelly's at the kitchen table, cup of coffee the morning paper
When he walks in she's so surprised to see the tears in his eyes
He says, "I love
Discuss these kitchen paper Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In