| I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
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| Half thing, whole thing, nigga I’m pitchin
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| Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
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| Hit you with the choppa make a nigga start flipping!
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| I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
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| Half thing, whole thing, nigga I’m pitchin
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| Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
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| Hit you with the choppa make a nigga start flipping!
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| I go hard in the mother fuckin kitchen
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| Using baby bottles for the lean, wifey say I’m trippin
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| Plus I got Maybelline smeared right below my zipper
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| I’m a kama sutra reader and a conjure drinker
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| Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
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| This work ain’t bout shit, that’s why its cheaper
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| This ho ain’t bout shit, that’s why she cheaper
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| All we blow is strong, that’s why you weaker!
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| Wait up, your status change when your weight up
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| Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
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| Nigga fall back up, I already put my rake up
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| Everytime I leave the booth, they put yellow tape up
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| Hair weave killer, messing up her make-up
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| Pyrex vision and I’m bout to cook a cake up
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| Get a fork, add a little water
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| Get on any track, and I ride it like Marauder
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| I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
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| Half thing, whole thing, nigga I’m pitchin
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| Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
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| Hit you with the choppa make a nigga start flipping!
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| It’s Jizzle 3 Watches, yeah that asshole!
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| One platinum, one white, one rose gold
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| Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl
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| Rosé in the club for my rose hoes
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| Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals
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| I count money all night, I need some no-doz
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| Hater, try one of these, you need a bank roll
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| Throw the money in the trunk, bitch the bank roll
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| I go hard in the mother fuckin kitchen, nigga
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| Got me staring at that water like I’m fishing, nigga!
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| Never know about me, I pull a bass out
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| Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
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| Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
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| Me and 2 Chainz, its over for you rap niggas
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| And nothin says butter like Parkay
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| And nothin make them Jay’s stutter like hard yay
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| I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
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| Half thing, whole thing, nigga I’m pitchin
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| Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
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| Hit you with the choppa make a nigga start flipping!
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| Started in the kitchen, king of the whipping
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| Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing
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| Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
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| Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
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| Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
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| Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like Manute Bol
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| That’s 2 Chainz, I’m 2 Stoves
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| For every one I cook, I make two clones
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| Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamera
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| Two in the Four like the Porsche Panamera
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| Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
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| Vision clouded by the coke, ain’t making it clearer
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| I make it look easy, I rap it up greazy
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| Bandanna round the brick, I make it look look Jeezy
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| But I push a ton of it, get the name right
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| Who else could fly it in and land on the same flight…
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| I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
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| Half thing, whole thing, nigga I’m pitchin
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| Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
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| Hit you with the choppa make a nigga start flipping! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kitchen , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album Codeine Cowboy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп