Lyrics:
on the kitchen range
While your in the car switching lanes
Coming home to fillet
Off of the beltway
She uses all of her brains
I got you baby the foreign just
Americana
Lost in the Rocky mountain range
In the kitchen, first time meetin' mama
Trying not to get carried away
Thirty thousand feet in a jet airliner
this bitch Close range fat nuggs big bugs round
Tub kitchen mugs we real snug close Range
We spent that block more then Once after y’all ran y’all must
Brand new range all white cocaine
Brand new range all white cocaine
Brand new range all white cocaine
Brand new range all white cocaine
Brand new
beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention, but
Please,
beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention, but
Please,
place
She be kissing my face oh way yay
I, I don't understand the way we living
Pulled up on a hoe and now we whipping in the kitchen
I got long range
of renovation, find your space.
Drills and saws, a melody of change,
Blueprints unfold, in every range.
From kitchen upgrades to the bathroom's glow,
In
fuck like animals
Do it like animals
Dive in like cannon ball
I got that dog in me
I'm up like adderall
I swear my fingers itchin
I need a chefs kitchen
I'm getting rolled on my Acapulco gold
Waiting for my lady, waiting for my lady
She's over the range in the kitchen
Making something strange
Baking
I can go and spit it off for an hour
Twenty four seven I've been in it
I ain't seen a break in a minute
This the kinda music for the kitchen
Or plane
Sitting here in the kitchen
Doing lines underneath the range hood
We"lll be fine or so they say
It's just the year 2016
And I don't want to go
of art that she slept with just last fall
He left her thinking of things like diamond rings and a kitchen with a built in range
She finds it hard to be
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
she promised me
That when she died she’d set my people free
Got a range in the kitchen cookin up crisp and brown
Gonna call my girl, she gonna turn my
range ro
In the kitchen I'm cooking with tzone
Serving Rappers I eat em like tbone
Aint no respect for niggas they leeches and serpents
Mouth open
but hit em with the long range
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin
for that Range Rover
Yeah, she just wants that
She wants that Range Rover
Just wants that Range Rover
Well I should have known
When she was
the eggs (Yup)
I'm in the kitchen cooking tryna whip me up a lil Range Rover (Lil Range Rover)
I can show you how to make a million out a lil baking soda
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vroom)
Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the one,
You'll have better luck tryna' rob a Brick Bank truck
Eight ounces and a Crush soda
Last month I damn near smoked a Range Rover
I buy a pint, crack
Let's do it
New shoes on the range rover, good one man
Mother*** acting like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the one, definitely not the two
One
and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go
and whippin' and whippin' again, yeah
Back at again, back at it, back at it, back at again
All winter, all summer
Range Rovers and black Hummers
Ain't go
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