Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mkc , by - Frenchie. Release date: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mkc |
| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting |
| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring |
| I’m making them plays in Delaware |
| Versace, Medusa my underwear |
| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting |
| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring |
| I’m making them plays in Delaware |
| Versace, Medusa my underwear |
| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare |
| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there |
| The trap be jumping and bucking |
| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming |
| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare |
| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there |
| The trap be jumping and bucking |
| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming |
| I had a condo at fifteen |
| My guns they all machines |
| It’s twenty chickens in the kitchen |
| My girl cook like Paula Dean |
| My bitch ball off the leash |
| It’s blue and platinum seats |
| I got the hook up with the cook up |
| Plus I move them Master P’s |
| Twenty-five lighters on my dresser |
| Yes I dress up all my roster |
| Exterior plain jane but you can see the hole inside |
| These youngsters poppin' mollys |
| My shooters smoking D’s |
| And they got clovers on they shoulders |
| So you know they shoot for free |
| Codeine in my Fanta |
| Molly all on my tounge |
| That pistol off on my right side |
| That purple all in my lungs |
| Keep a strap with a chopper like Mad Max |
| Trap house mad stacked, where the cash at |
| Fuck nigga better duck like Aflac |
| ‘cause I’m chasing the cheese like a lab rat |
| East side, I’m from there |
| So you know that I sold my drugs there |
| Got a bad bitch from England |
| She got an attitude and long hair |
| I can get a whole brick on that scale nigga |
| Bitch I’m fresh out of jail nigga |
| Beat a gun charge and made bail nigga |
| On probation blowing L’s nigga |
| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting |
| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring |
| I’m making them plays in Delaware |
| Versace, Medusa my underwear |
| Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting |
| The lean I’m pouring, I’m snoring |
| I’m making them plays in Delaware |
| Versace, Medusa my underwear |
| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare |
| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there |
| The trap be jumping and bucking |
| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming |
| Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare |
| Don’t trap on the block if you don’t live there |
| The trap be jumping and bucking |
| The fiends they run in, the money keep coming |
| My underwear, you know we got money here |
| So if you act funny here |
| And run off with bread |
| Nigga I aim at your head, nigga we got them |
| Fuck with the Migos |
| They say they got kilos |
| I’m calling my nigga named Offset |
| You know he with Quavo |
| Shootin' out the window |
| Why the fuck you ain’t duck? |
| You see me fly by nigga |
| And you seen a lot of these movies |
| Stupid, you know about a drive-by nigga |
| You would think I was a trap nigga |
| Nah, I’m getting money off of rap nigga |
| I don’t gotta touch no drugs |
| In the club, get your head money wrapped nigga |
| I don’t got a lot of these hoes |
| Bitch look in the sky, it’s rainin' them fifties and hundreds |
| I love it |
| Money is stacking and stacking, it’s crazy |
| So every time I take your bitch out she tell me she love it |
| It’s funny |