Lyrics:
She always gives me lemon drops
So I won't tell the police
Grandma's got a meth lab in her kitchen
There's something weird she's always mixing
She says
the hood not Disneyland
Hollow tips hit kidney's and
Pyrex pot, custies on my block
Eyes be bloodshot red
My kitchen like a franchise
I whip it counter
gah to release
Sermon the police
Baby on lease
Trouble oh please
I gah to release
Sermon the police
We hustling harder no matter the agenda
Money
bédo
Fumée dans la ge-gor
Wow-hey
Gros, on quittera pas le bendo
J'ai la police sur le dos
Wow-hey
Grosse taffe-taffe sur le bédo
Fumée dans la ge-gor
of gun violence has erupted in Hartford’s north end
Police have yet to take control of the situation
But the department is using military style tactics
Asking all them questions you do police
I done seen too many almost OD
To worry bout flexing with a rolly
You know I was destined if you know me
Only
the kitchen and she be whipping them dishes
I keep it real with her
Man i'm lit like a furnace
Burn up all these trees
Spend my money on a benz
I want the SUV
Whoa Kenny
Listen, I keep heat, yeah
We're out on these streets, yeah
Keep ones on my feet, yeah
We duck on police, yeah
Eat up, we do feasts, yeah
stay lowkey if I do a drill ima do it doli, screaming f**k the jakes I dont f**k with police coming from the bottom now the top in arm reach She just
(Never put it in the trash can!)
This shit is so deep, I'm talking so deep!
I'm the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink
I'm the king of the kitchen
shoulda known better
But who'd've ever thought you'd be the wifey and a homewrecker
She flipped the kitchen table and broke a water glass
Screamed,
playin' dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin' and I fit the description
Yeah, and you know they think all black niggas look alike
So
know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore
F*** the police, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jail, n**** that's what I flush for
through mutual friends
And this is where the story and confusion begin
'Cause I was in a problem but I had to pretend that I wasn't
There go the police
Boy I bounce off this Henny
Like Springs in my Christians
Used to watch re-rock I’ve
Been in Hells kitchen
Tell Ramsey That T R A P has been whippin
Honorable C note dip dip dipping the rope
Police they pulling me over
I’m up in the kitchen my bitch is so vicious
Whipping y’all my nggas from Haiti
a nigga in
The light than than wait til
Tha police come right than
And if you don't run you'll make it look
Right than god say i turned to kill he right
a seat
I just been in, 5 shoot outs last week
He bought the run division, plus he moving in the kitchen
Nobody make a move nigga when Scooter handling
know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore
Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for
livin'
'Cause I started with rocks in the kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign, you're not gonna miss him
Look, what you tellin' me, bro?
This ain't no
a difference the cook up is real
Why you think I'm in the kitchen?
Oh what a difference, yeah
Oh what a difference
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
I still
ah die
Sling shot, hit birds from the sky
So when I landed in the country with eagle's eyes
I'm in the kitchen cooking American pie
That's
playin' dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin' and I fit the description
Yeah, and you know they think all black niggas look alike
So
with the, "never put it in the trash can"
This shit get so deep, I'm talking so deep
I'm the king of the kitchen now, this is my sink
I'm the king
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