Search results for 'in the kitchen by chris brown' Page #10

Assmilk

Earl Sweatshirt

Bastard

2009

Took karate, mommy told me, "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta

selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got

bullets and I'm shooting more

Call me Chris Brown cuz you know ima Run it
On my way to the top like a bunnet
You eating so good I can tell your stromach
I

Fourth down and kick it with your bitch, but I won't punt it
Damn, that nigga murdered, it's a mystery or whodunit
Think you in the lead, I'm like Chris

with my trues henny
Brown is how we roll never know
Fake shit dwellin in a circle
Mane, just a pain
The black is from tears like heavy trains
Everythang

own
Did it by myself
In my zone
Atl atl that's my home
Free that boy sam free that boy from the pen
I been getting money woah ever since a kid
Woah

Summer Sixteen

Drake

Summer Sixteen

2016

kitchen in a Canada Goose
Famous as fuck but I'm still in the cut when they round up the troops
I'm just a sicko a real sicko when you get to know me

Family Affair

Cash Money Millionaires

Baller Blockin [Clean]

2000

We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown

My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down

My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge

J.B.

Blood on the Dope

Yo Gotti

Blood on the Dope

the price go up when they hit the town
Blood on the dough, I'm going to war for it
And I got junkies at the door, and I got chickens in the kitchens
I got

Yeah
Aye it's lah Boomy baby
Finna come on this bitch like Chris Brown
Do do do do dooo
Heh
Aye
Hold up
Shawty do her own shit
Very independent

I’m Poseidon woah woah
Diamonds straight from Houston sing like Whitney woah woah
And I got this shit from cooking
In the kitchen woah woah
Hadda pull

I'm a bad boy, mentally abusing women
(I'mma beat your ass)
I'm a bad boy, so I beat up women (bitch)

Call me Chris Brown, the way I beat my wife

summertime, I got on cargoes and Timberlands
If it's hot in the kitchen, make sure the fan work

Them grams is white now, they was tan first
He put his finger

never played defence
Earphones in our sleeves never heard a damn thing that the teacher said
It gets me upset, that life rolls by but our guy's in

Your grown-ass doing TikToks
This ain't Stomp the Yard
Hmm, guess what? You Chris Brown
I don't need a confirmation, bitch
I'm the shit now
I was hiding

Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets

bleeding in the kitchen
Talkin shit go get your killas, ain't no changing your position
And this pistol leave you wishin' it ain't murder that was written

a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that

I Stand Accused

Public Enemy

Muse Sick-N-Hour Mess Age

1994

Instead I'm on that other level

But I took time to reach down
To help the black and brown

I never stood around
I hear em talkin' behind
My mind
In

Hope you ready for this new, this new shit new addiction
Aye man
Nigga really been in the kitchen cooking up some
I don't know man it's a new drug

Brown
It's days like this I could smack a bitch down
I feel like 2Pac after that shit in the lobby
Either someone tryna kill me or there's someone tryna

Came from Michigan a little farm town
Some days I miss it. I'm glad it's over now
Mom in the kitchen makin food till it was brown
Now I got a bigger

Bitches from Eastwick

The LOX

Money, Power & Respect

1998

the truck? 
Three bitches in my house,
Probably try to wet me up.
Crept to the kitchen,
Seen Ronnie by the cabinet.
Tried the gun holster with the forty

I'm making gold and platinum tracks
I'm in my bag all alone in my habitat
I'm in a class by myself
A league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
A league