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Play your position or get the
Fuck out the kitchen
Take what's yours or keep wishing my mama'll
Tell you I don't listen in addition, there's
A price

But I’d never take it back cuz that’s the only real me
Picture perfect walking while I’m smoking o.g
Like a red seal in the kitchen ya that bomb recipe

just made 10 K in these Amiri britches
(AMIRI BRITCHES)

VERSE 1) FTI ROD 
Matter fact I think I was born in the kitchen
Left hand right hand I could

city niggas
Acting ridiculous
The police department commends it
Matter fact they execute it
They think we foolish
They murdered Mike Brown in the Street

all my shit I ain't never gon lease it
She taking too long I don't like when she tease it
If he looks in my kitchen he took it too far
I'm facing some

Pardin' me comin' through
Could you meet me in the kitchen
Got something I wanna tell ya
But I don't need you to listen
Oh whoa
Oh whoa

I got brown

What's happening, brown sugar?
I'm grateful for the love that you show
Thank you for my fragrance dripping
In Le Labo cologne i pray for Taye
Wish he

progress that we made was a mistake, right?
Okay

Women still belong in the kitchen
Or murdered by their husbands on the news
But let's give them all

Met her on Black Planet I was lookin for some hoes
Yellow-bones in my telephone lookin for some hope
Brown skin long legs summer time smokin on some dro

annoying like a hair after a fresh cut
I stay cooking in the kitchen like culinary

Riding like salt and pepper, smoking merry
Yo like I'm Paul Bunyan from

algorithm's interpretation of socialism
Causing social schisms how I spit the rhythms
Programmed by a system where the innocent in prison for the crime of just

don’t do this
For commission
Takin shots
I’m never missin
Swear the boy
Been on a mission
Used to work
Up in the kitchen
Now we ball
Like Scottie Pippen

the kitchen
Terrified to eat, but bathing surely in the moon
So I'd feel something special for someone that isn't you
It's getting hard for me to separate

Every morning it's a new day dawning
I skip out on the yawnin' straight to waffle fawning
Popping one then two in the toaster
Golden brown like

then this body start to droppin'
If I'm down bad, then I'm runnin' in your spot

They came a long way from the kitchen and the pot
If you got a problem,

struggles 

Call me if you need to  talk when times  get a little tougher 

Used to bang wit them spoons on the pots up in the kitchen

Before anyone would

scrubbing against the floor now whoodie. 
You can tell I got the sauce lil whoodie.
I dip it dip it.
Ima chemist with it. 
In the kitchen switching dishes.

But in the morning im relapsing Classic
Big brown blunt let me pass it
How you spend 2 decades on that shit and still be average
Madness, spin it way

ripped jeans with the mink on
Bonita apple batty get ya drink on
And be mine for the night what you think huh
In the kitchen on the side by the sink huh

Killer
The sound was brown so you shot him down
He was up in your side of town
Called him a boy made you feel like a man but now who's the slave
There

up through your sub
I'm covered head to toe in hustling
Hell's Kitchen, I'll cook its bussin'
Catch me lacking, come on
I swear you're fumbling, come

What's a secret if it's compassionate
Brown noise is blaring in the kitchen
You can see it, it isn't happenstance
We going miles while moving inches
Only

I'm living in a fantasy
Riding round town in a limousine
Face all did everything by Maybelline
My mom at home cooking good the kitchen clean
My dress

me
Baby dancing in the kitchen
Oh my god you so ugly
Shit I’m kidding
Got me smitten
Kinda trippin
On a mission
Yup
Low key sitting kinda swimming in