Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the Kitchen , by - Fetty Wap. Release date: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In the Kitchen |
| I’m sipping on you like some fine wine though |
| And when it’s over, I press rewind though |
| You talking bands, girl, I got it |
| Benjamins all in my pocket |
| I traded in my Trues for some Robins |
| He playing Batman, Fetty’s gon rob him |
| I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no .38 |
| I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no .38 |
| I’m like, yeah, she’s fine |
| Wonder when she’ll be mine |
| She walk past, I press rewind |
| To see that ass one more time |
| And I got this sewed up |
| Remy Boyz, they know us |
| All fast money, no slow bucks |
| No one can control us |
| Ay, yeaaah baby |
| Tell me what you see |
| Is it money or it’s me? |
| I smoke twenty, smell the weed |
| I got hunnies in my V |
| They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy, I’m like yeah |
| I got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair |
| All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere |
| And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere |
| Now go say something |
| Don’t you niggas play dumb |
| You know where we came from |
| You don’t want sauce, no A1 |
| I’m like, yeah, she’s fine |
| Wonder when she’ll be mine |
| She walk past, I press rewind |
| To see that ass one more time |
| And I got this sewed up |
| Remy Boyz, they know us |
| All fast money, no slow bucks |
| No one can control us |
| Ay, yeaaah baby |
| She a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine |
| She ain’t nothing like them bimbos |
| If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here |
| Blowing, pluck it out the window |
| DJ playing, press rewind, got her singing every time |
| Take a high note for me girlfriend |
| Got my city looking rude, I ain’t Diddy I ain’t Loon |
| But I think I need a girlfriend |
| She feeling great as I’m talking to her |
| She a RemyGirl so I’m gon' pursue her |
| I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on |
| Thousand dollars when I get my tip on |
| I’m off her, asked her if her fatty with it |
| She said that’s all her, got her with the happy feel |
| I’m 'bouta spoil her, got her with the happy feel |
| I’m 'bouta spoil her, oh my |
| I’m like, yeah, she’s fine |
| Wonder when she’ll be mine |
| She walk past, I press rewind |
| To see that ass one more time |
| And I got this sewed up |
| Remy Boyz, they know us |
| All fast money, no slow bucks |
| No one can control us |
| Ay, yeaaah baby |