Lyrics:
and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town
This night we'll go and see
She put not on her robes of black
Nor her robes of brown
But she put on her
[Chorus]
Taxi Driver
Won't stop for me
Whenever I flag him down
He won't stop for me
In a London city and in a New York
There are no go areas after
Duplex to nice cul de sac
I don't take it for granted
Growing up impressed by kitchen islands made of granite
Or was it marble
First pack I stole was
Contact
My Momma let nigga hit the Bottle go nap nap
My brother loss half his tryna Sale crack
I was seen nuns in kitchen as We cook crack
Cusin got murder
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
bring?
Chris Brown is my first man
Karujjah goes in the trash can
I'd let Jodi free, can't fuck with me
I'm taking Bill from Hillary
All sex changes are
moving so crazy
Trynna tackle me, like are you crazy
Why these guys thinking I'm easy
I'll punch them up, Chris Brown Chris breezy
I'm on the charts like
you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days
red dot
Compact Nina and it got that green dot
Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot
Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac
Powered up
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
have your ass up in this kitchen
My digital girl girl girl girl girl girl girl
Shes my digital girl girl girl girl girl girl girl
Shes my digital girl
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
the spot
Run up in the spot
Playing with the heat like Chris Brown
Jumping in the pussy, like it my first time
She gone ride tha dick it's
Ain't no stop sign
fuck you in the kitchen
Don't make it to the room
Pass the blunt
While I'm in yo guts
That's a fucking mood
That's a fucking mood
Matching me
She
some acid
Talk to our eyelids and shit
(Just kidding man, stick to the herb)
(He said Chris Brown but I don't know why)
So now we live and learn
Since rap got locked right before we visit the 90's
Chef in the kitchen cookin' up wit the crimeys
It's late Fall, dime season
We bought the crib
The game fuked up niggas beats Banging they Hooks wicked
But same Ingredients
With they Seasonings
I Cook different
I'm mfn Melo in da Kitchen
you changed
If she ain't tryna fuck I'm like girl bye
It's the Zoo Gang and we world wide
In the kitchen whip it like a stir fry
In my Lambo I just
pound
In 2 days, Chris shooting off the hip like hooray, youon shoot we could mix like a smoothie
Cut some day 1s off its a new day
Cause the day 1s be
Yash Browns
Chris Ruiz
Me tiene complicado
Me tiene enredado
Me tiene oh ooh ooh oh
Gyal I don't understand where you come from
Siempre me esta
station I could find was church choir music.
I walk back into the kitchen, and pour some boiling water
in a tin cup sitting up upside down under the sink.
some of my niggas off the east
I been throwing out the files for these niggas, nobody
Damn
But I said, Jackie, you want a three
In the kitchen, shaking
and grinning
I'm spewing up and spinning,
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen.
Hey you, lose that friend, before we go anywhere
What? Someone
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
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