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jim jones - kitchen lyrics

[jim jones]
vamp life
(i got that money)
you know what they say
trap jumping
when it get to hot in the kitchen, uh
what you cooking? chicken or fish?
(i don’t wanna hear you n-ggas talking about no more work)
how many pots on the stove?

[hook: cashout]
i got the money and i got the pack
(got that pack)
i drop a deuce in then i bring it back
(bring it right back)
drop a four in it then drop [?]
they love when i be cooking up the blow
in the kitchen, i’m in love with my kitchen
i’m in love with my kitchen
i’m in love with my kitchen
i’m in love with my kitchen
yeah
i got the money and i got the sack
(got that sack)
i drop a deuce in it then i bring it back
in the kitchen

[verse 1: jim jones]
i got four pots going and a crock pot too
cooked four quarters and i got back two
want fishscale? and i got that too
but i’m dry right now
n-gga stop back through
talking ’bout cooking the whiter shade
n-gga’s be using the microwave
they booked ’em and took ’em in right away
he might never see the light of day
the walls in my kitchen all yellow
so i put the c0ke in the fridge like it’s jello
you know you got to guard the kitchen
so i keep shooters in new york like carmello
i be cooking that sh-t like it’s ruth chris
cooking that sh-t to a new whip
look at that sh-t while i’m hitting that sh-t
now i’m whipping that sh-t like its cool whip
traffic, compression then stretch it
to buy it we don’t need to test it
if it ain’t about money don’t stress it
put the tec to a n-gga like a message
still cooking c0ke like five stars
young dope boy with five cars
all cash n-gga how be buy ours
yeah we live fast and we die hard

[hook]
i got the money and i got the pack
(got that pack)
i drop a deuce in then i bring it back
(bring it right back)
drop a four in it then drop [?]
they love when i be cooking up the blow
in the kitchen, i’m in love with my kitchen
i’m in love with my kitchen
i’m in love with my kitchen
i’m in love with my kitchen
yeah
i got the money and i got the sack
(got that sack)
i drop a deuce in it then i bring it back
in the kitchen

[verse 2: h-ll rell]
ruger!
man i got the money and i got the pack
you know a ruger to this little light-skinned b-tch
he ain’t never gotta buy
(hey baby)
all i gotta do is look at my shooter and he ‘gon pop the strap
uptown with the mother-f-ckin’ k!llers is where you’ll find me at
might cook a whole brick with my gun on me
shoot my old man if he run on me
bury me in all gold
at least put a mother-f-cking ton on me
man these n-gga’s ain’t living right
don’t be suprised if you got a [?] homie
i brought some real money out tonight
in case n-ggas front on me
in my kitchen
i’m in love in my kitchen
when my hand start to itchin’ then them bricks get to flippin’
bought a house with ten bathrooms, because i stay sh-ttin’
n-gga’s look funny then my shooters start hittin’
(hittin’)

[verse 3: philthy rich]
uh-huh
it’s philthy n-gga
i do!
look

i say now forty birds in my caravan
this forty on me got a kick-stand
i’m in love with the kitchen n-gga
tell the hoe do the dishes n-gga
(ay, clean up b-tch!)
two stoves and eight pots
two n-ggas cooking eight blocks
the [?] from foot heels to [?] that’s eight blocks
in the kitchen like culinary
these n-gga’s actors like tyler perry
ain’t never move no kilos
couldn’t find you one like nemo
my whole hood been locked up for trafficking, doing life n-gga
on 580 doing eighty n-gga with an eighty pack of that white sh-t
thirty-six and the whole whammy
in a cereal box stuffed in the cabinet
right behind all the baking soda
if you cook it right you might take it over
fish-scale, my lips sealed, i’ll never tell what i don’ seen
bag it up, put a thousand grams on the triple-beam
(it’s philthy)

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