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
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
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
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)
Listen here, Gianni 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
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
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
and tear Kitchenware in their throats, oh jeez Listen then, I'm dope and I'm spittin' with the OGs I'll coach thee to way better existence Get that shit out
or Riverdale it doesn't matter where I get my mail Same shit different smell, I got love got blood both living there I remember no kitchenware, sitting
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
Oh man, I remember when JJ giveaway was little Always up in there with the kitchenware Messing with my pots and pans I always told him, boy leave my
Dismayed cookware Hopeless kitchenware No more cooking shows No more sourdough. Some old tomato stains Is all that's remained. But it must come back.
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
rubber kitchenware so they don't age And now, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse I discovered that in Eerie, even man's best friend is up
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
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