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my kitchen
Tag and mention, my description, we need some mo charact'as
We need no more charact'as, you cant wear my character
Cool n Sip'n, liquid

every time the machete swing
Doctor Dolittle's little brother: Doctor Do-a-lot
Defund the police
Make a pig appear with a row of wings
Incense
Twenty

they hot fashion
Police driving by they ain't stoping no crimes
But the arresting young queens tryna scramble up her dimes
Its the summertime
She outside

be buggin make me lash out
I just been tryna protect my peace (yeah)
But know it nothing we can crash out
But when its up you go get police
And I aint

lying dead in the kitchen

Now, Rudolph was wild
But, he ain't never killed a child
Rudolph was sick to his stomach, but Dasher yelling "We gotta get

Shawty wanna be my private dancer
Party got the girlies in the kitchen
With they legs up
Smoking woods inside the house
Piss off your parents
You not

Yea I`m OG TROCK you know I do my thang
 Fish scale in the sink bout to cook the whole thang 
Police try to stop me cuz they know I be the brains

somebody shoes
You went down by the kitchen to take out some she soup

(Chorus)

If police ah come on person deh come for
Me nuh want you yah- you take

the kitchen can't take no heat
They flex on the net imma take that chain
Call me a pilot I fly on beats
And these streets are cold make you feel my pain
I got

her future
If only she knew love wasn't gonna come to a shooter
Guess she was the loser
From her kitchen floor wipe the blood of her own
Watching TV

I'm hungry right now
I'm hungry right now
I'm hungry right now
I'm hungry right now
I just want my locker full
I'm tired of the kitchen food
I just

I remember at 5
Halloween it got kinda sticky
Dressing up as Freddy
But i still got jiggy
4 Police came knocking on the door
Had to leave the party

I still got love but they still getting peeled
I make plastic gangster's turn to religion
Couldn't handle the heat so they got out the kitchen
Flop

side bass hittin'
Fuck the police get yo fucking wig splitted
No Kung-Fu but I Lui-Kang kick it
All you other little bitches can't hang wit it
All you

Knew he was a rat, in front police he acting too dramatic
Them 223s some little bullets but they do some damage
He ain't even know they knew his car 'til

pies in the kitchen
Lil' nigga do not try, you won't get it
And no I will not cry 'cause I'm winning
I'm finna be top 5 in a minute
Whenever he online he

thing I can't do, listen

Then it went to computers
Nearly failed, got kicked up the arse that boot hurt
Now I got no plan
Maybe I should become a police

breaking it down
She hit it twice now her head in the clouds
I sit back and laugh like you know that some loud
I never slow down when the police around (Nah)

the spot with a stick
Like I'm mopping the kitchen
I'll get you popped in minute
If I get offended for lip
And not minded your business
I got a lot of new

It's hard waking up, no food in the kitchen
baby in the other room man he screamin and kickin.
Tryna come up, without a pot to piss in 
so if they

the kitchen
N smoken oxys, listenin to my baby mamas bitchen'
Still independent on a crooked grind
But i got a different state of mind
I got my shit together

the heart is and it starts in the kitchen
So what you fixing on that road trip mission
I get it how I gets it, even when it's given
My hands in the air, cuz

into an argument with the police
It grew heated
One of the lads hit a young cop
We all ran away, laughing
Suddenly
Bullets from an automatic began

Friday
Like I ain’t got shit to do but do that shit my way
I’m speeding on the highway like police tryna find me
I’m Ludacris with the whips bitch move out