Lyrics:
Wave Mechanics
In the kitchen, but not a baker (yo)
Lil' bitch I'm out of favors (whoa)
I get a lot of paper (yeah)
The FN annihilator (yeah)
'Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin' like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is
flags shot to ribbons
The truce in black and ubrned
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables overturned
Back in the village again
In the village
I'm back
flags shot to ribbons
The truce in black and ubrned
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables overturned
Back in the village again
In the village
I'm back
the mind of a G, in this game
Addicted to the paper, so I can't escape it mayn
Mind on the voyage or, sha'll I say a mission
Back up in the kitchen, and my
Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid
Yellow checkers for the kitchen
Climbing ivy for the bath
She is lost in House and Gardens
He's
And their paper kids
Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid
Yellow checkers for the kitchen
Climbing ivy for the bath
She is lost in House
Sunday morning silence, curtain stay closed late
No one thinks of kitchens mornings in a filthy state
Dishes cups and beer stains, ashtrays
And their paper kids
Paper the walls to keep their gut reactions hid
Yellow checkers for the kitchen
Climbing ivy for the bath
She is lost in House
I bet you cant do what I do
I bet you cant do what I do
I flip me some paper you know im gon chase it
Im tellin the truth
I bet you cant do what
like you big you get hit right on the dot
Bitch I'm in the kitchen I'm like granny with the pot
Whipping up the chicken Ima show you what I got
Me no
Wooo
Wooo
Money First turn up
All my niggaz got it
All my niggaz get it
We all living
All my niggaz getting plenty paper we alright
Big rocks in my
shifts
A newborn in this game, I came with a blank slate
Tryna learn some new words, but they can't even talk straight
Paper cut so thin, you could see
She moving like a rover
She wanna manova me
Everyday i go chasing
She moving like a rover
She wanna manova me
Everyday i go chasing the papers
Now
I lost my way
Smoking all day
On the fade
Cutting up my pay
Whats your taste
Whats your paper weight
Imma paper chaser
I got whats your fav
Whats
Say them people hit me Wednesday
I had made bail by Thursday
I was back at it on Friday
In the kitchen early Saturday
I ain't strike nothing till
follower, they want me as a mayor
Stop talking tough before you end up in the paper
Stop talking tough before you end up in the paper
Ay, money so long, took
paper is what i need)
(Too many fakes is what I see yeah yeah)
They say they want a new Barbii I had to go to the kitchen
(Oh yeah)
Got two chicks they
You know how we do it
Cge gang shit
Cash getting entertainment
Uh I said run up my paper
I run up a check game time
Bitch you know I'm the best
Catch
(ya mean) china white (ya mean)
Drink of purp (ya mean) smoke purp (ya mean)
Brown bag (ya mean) paper tag (ya mean)
My G's up (ya mean) g's up (ya
a real rapper all these bitches love my shit
Watch me in the kitchen I be whipping up da shit My brudda in the kitchen yeah he whipping up a brick
She
Yea it is what it is
Man I came a long way
Had to struggle all day
Searching in the kitchen
Got nothing on the plate
So when I heat the streets
I
Came in this earth with a mission
Mission is to get it
So I keep getting it
Flipping these chickens
My wrist is whipping
When in the kitchen
smile? Shippin' bowls from LA to the NAP, Makin
That paper pound Step inside my kitchen, I got Onions, cuties
Sellin' out Step inside my kitchen, I got
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