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
you´re a liar
You are beggin´ and
You´re pleasin´and
I close the door and make sure
Mama´s in the kitchen all alone
Scretchin´while the doorbell rings
Mr
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
(DJ SAYWHAT??)
Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers
At 1 800 DIKINYABOOTY
Welcome
That's 1 800 dick in ya boo tay!!
Welcome
cake
Two times for my dogs pullin' triggers
And my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin' that weight
East coast, west coast, mid west, dirty south
Then
of his leash
Words from an artist
Killed by their insides
She tried to set the
Evil on fire
It's warm in the kitchen
Like hot sticky summer
Demons
Watched the roaches
grow kingly
Served them death by
the ivory sink shore
Caught up in my
thoughts a
beehive swarming
I can't swat you out your
stories are
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Fans will start to mound up
Like Christians say I'm sickenin'
I'm sick of bitchin' and bein'
Stuck up in this kitchen
And spittin' bout shit that I did
mammy had to work in kitchens
She had me making better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, cause we goin' be alright
I ran
sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money
I went
She pop a perk
R Kelly I'm a flirt
She sip it down with the lean
While I'm smoking green overseas
Leanin so hard finna need a kickstand
Got you
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
Like a newfound gospel
In the Lord's good book
Or a giant golden treasure
Once owned by Captain Hook
A shiny brand-new quarter
Found on the kitchen
Like a newfound gospel
In the Lord's good book
Or a giant golden treasure
Once owned by Captain Hook
A shiny brand-new quarter
Found on the kitchen
intentions baby, I ain't gotta lie
You can see right through me
You don't have to use your eyes
We can listen to that old Kelly
By the time we get done you are
can do,
Now we are married, ever more,
I can do magic
Kelly you bad, no Charlie you Bad!
this
I get up early in the mornin', miss your rudeness and kissin'
I also miss that smell of that good breakfast in the kitchen
Listen, I'm a star but
steady whipping in the
Kitchen steady losing cheese
You my Tinkerbell, I'm your Peter Pan
Lets have a walk by the beach
Let me hold your hand i fuck with
money in a duffle bag
Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
On the mission, said he get it
to get that stuff of the kitchen floor (oh)
Is that too much to ask you for (oh)
But I see no reason why, I can't let a few more weeks go by (uh uh)
to sip from the jealous, play platinum pelous.
She made me look like a salad to are Kelly.
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me
that's overflowing with swag!
And keeps his women all draped in new louis vuitton bags!
With Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em,
I like open
And our daughters in cages
They are taking by the thousands
Our lives from under us
It's a crash course in religious fundamentals
Now let's all go
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