| Bitch, you know I’m cookin'
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| Bitch, you know I’m whippin'
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| I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Got bricks up in my kitchen
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| They say my wrist game crazy
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| Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me
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| Bitch, you know I’m cookin'
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| Bitch, you know I’m whippin'
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| I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Got bricks up in my kitchen
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| They say my wrist game crazy
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| Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me
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| Your boyfriend’s a joke, your boyfriend is broke
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| Come fuck with Stitches, I got kilos on my boat
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| She sayin', «Stitches, I love you»
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| I think my diamonds make her crazy
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| First day she met me, say she wanna have my baby
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| I’m smokin' weed, I’m sippin' lean
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| Pull up in a Maserati up to the scene
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| TMZ takin' pictures, while I’m rollin' these swishers
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| Gettin' head while I’m drivin', and best belive I still kiss her
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| She say, «Stiches you too freaky for me»
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| To tell you the truth, I’m startin' to think that bitch is an informant
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| She’s askin' way too many questions
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| Imma Chris Brown that ho, teach her a lesson
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| Slap that bitch two times and tell that bitch to get to steppin'
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| Imma always be rich, they call me, «Mister Steal Yo Bitch»
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| Now that boy say he got a problem
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| I got a AK-47, Imma solve it
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| Bitch, you know I’m cookin'
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| Bitch, you know I’m whippin'
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| I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Got bricks up in my kitchen
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| They say my wrist game crazy
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| Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me
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| Bitch, you know I’m cookin'
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| Bitch, you know I’m whippin'
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| I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Got bricks up in my kitchen
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| They say my wrist game crazy
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| Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me
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| I can teach ya how to sell them drugs
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| I can teach ya how to be a thug
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| Nigga, I done been through the struggle
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| Bitch I but this no
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| I swear to God, I’m tired of these fake rappers
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| These niggas say they real but they all actors
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| Nigga, I can teach ya how to really cook it
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| It ain’t my fault your girl said I was good lookin'
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| I can’t wait for the day my brothers step outta prison
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| Just so they could ride in foreigns with me, see how I’m livin'
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| I’m puttin' stacks up in they commissary
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| Cause if we got the same blood it’s necessary
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| I hate to see them tears go down my mama’s face
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| That’s my queen and that’s forever no one take her place
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| When I was on the run she kept my kilos at her place
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| And every court that I had she always showed her face
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| I love her
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| Bitch, you know I’m cookin'
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| Bitch, you know I’m whippin'
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| I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Got bricks up in my kitchen
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| They say my wrist game crazy
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| Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me
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| Bitch, you know I’m cookin'
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| Bitch, you know I’m whippin'
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| I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'
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| Got bricks up in my kitchen
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| They say my wrist game crazy
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| Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bitch I'm Cooking , by - Stitches. Song from the album Tales of a Drug Lord, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп