Lyrics:
good
he'd go home and do the things that he understood
He would rock in the kitchen and roll in the hall
And Billy's mother said you got no sense at all
doin' fine
Switchin' in the kitchen yes
Switchin' in the kitchen ooh
Around we roll gonna have some fun tonight
Well Switchin' in the kitchen right up
forgiveness
I should just keep it as business
All of my niggas are vicious
They be whipping in the kitchen
Roll up the L when we get lit
Fucking it up when we
to the kitchen for sausage rolls
Kids, drop your toys and dance along to rock and roll
Everyone's here, and now the dog's got the trifle bowl
This is pure
And then roll on the kitchen floor
Of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
Song of the shepherd's dog
A ditch in the dark in the ear
sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Leskitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all y'all
BMW lights, projectors to watch
sits down at the kitchen table
And rolls herself a fat one
Smoke so sweet fills the air
She maybe ought to crack a window
But all she can do is
back again
Never ever, back again
Your awareness of life written
Down on an old kitchen roll
Choose between the two ways
Smash the gas and don't just
Move the kitchen table out to the lawn
Roll up the rug the stereo's on
All I can imagine is being in your arms
I want you to know
I don't need
Hero
We coming at you hot
Can't handle the heat
Bitch, get out my kitchen
Roll with me
There is no snitching
Gunna did that
What a dumbass decision
Crashing in the kitchen
Noises in the hall
Roll over and go back to sleep
It's just a dream, that's all
So how come the window's broken?
What
Crashing in the kitchen
Noises in the hall
Roll over and go back to sleep
It's just a dream, that's all
So how come the window's broken?
What
And then roll on the kitchen floor
Of some fucker with a pocketful of foreign change
Song of the shepherd's dog
A ditch in the dark in the ear
cook cook - cooking in the kitchen
Cook cook cook - cooking in the kitchen
Cook cook cook - cooking in the kitchen
Stir it stir it, mix mix mix
Roll some
I need two
Motherfucking fine dimes in the kitchen
Tryna roll this boof
Count the racks and get the stripping
Got my strap up in the whip
If a nigga
gonna do
We meet in the kitchen and roll on the floor
And I look in your face for something restoring
And take from you barely enough for a lifetime
On your street
In your pause between sentences
I can tell what's hanging around
In your drawer
Roll around on the kitchen floor
I know what's
booth
Ferrari sofa set with the Lambo' wrench room
Skitted up kitchen set and Rolls Royce wall
Jaguar floors and fuck all y'all
BMW lights, projectors
running through the kitchen
Roll up to the party, then back to my spotty
Im back with ya shawty
Glock on ya head, blicky's with sights
We don't know nun
Bad girl waya sit on upon me cando
Dash ina the door
Say me give u from the back yo
Ina the kitchen na we roll
Say me gimme u good love
Say u I
kitchen
Lord, I wish you would
Roll my eyes and shut my mouth
This rhubarb sure is good
Rhubarb Pie
Rhubarb Pie
It might rain tomorrow
Better get
Ah is his life a lie
What was it on his mind
Or running on a line
I don't know
He won't let himself breath
She just wants the kitchen clean
Ah roll
a spring roll
Make it yummy
Can’t wait to eat that
I’m gonna eat it now
Yeah, make me a spring roll
My little kitchen bitch
Make me a spring roll
Hey
When
Well get out of that bed, wash your face and hands
Get out of that bed, wash your face and hands
Well get in that kitchen
Make some noise with
Discuss these kitchen roll 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