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vi finesse - kitchen lyrics

[verse 1: vi finesse]
uh, chef it at the stove, get it by the pound
rappers going vegan ‘cause that’s beef in my sound
idols going ghost, like phoebus phantoms
light skin boys taken all these girls for ransom
yeah, i’m handsome; got it popping like my gram
how do sell yourself, never seen a grand
i don’t know, but you chasing dreams in your sleep
i just work these mills like my name is meek
and you claim you’re blood, lettuce see you bleed
romaine on my salad, i was chopping leaves
know you hate them c’s, hate my money trees
crack you like an egg, cooking you over ease
watch them flowers pollinate by them bees
yachty on that broccoli, gotta let him be
fish antics, got a gang from the sea
i just call shrimpboat in to bring the steam
‘cause i’m roasting every rapper to a new degree
and i’ll remain the realest past the death of me
make you wanna take a shot at the best of me
make you wanna pop off, going recklessly

[hook: vi finesse]
(i be in the kitchen
cooking up some fixin’s
when i go to mixing
all my haters gotta listen
i be in the kitchen
y’all been washing dishes
vengeance is the mission
breaking bread is the vision) x2
[verse 2: emacko]

[verse 3: vi finesse]
get it by the liter
i’m turning up that meter
boy, you playing; screw a feature
made it big, never need ya
d-mn, shoulda known e and i would snap
put that star on my hat, tell her bring it right back
i ain’t ever love the trap, but i got a crazy knack
pushing weight for my city, we ain’t ever pushing crack
oh, and you can get the mac; i ain’t talking cheese
we heard you rap, and you ain’t even got the grease
ask me how it happened, turn you back and say “what’s brackin’?”
going platinum off this rapping while you jacking; buying magnums
and my cali is the coldest, flavor is the boldest
and if you think i’m playing, you can hold this
you either catching b’s or throwing up phalanges
popping molly, sip that lean, crush them xanies
when i get it, i’m raised like the golden gate
feeling in my golden state
eating while you hold my plate
scheming, dawg; i stole your fate
knives let me cultivate
culinary skills, put it up like joe
dressing french like ‘tana representing yo
and i’ll be the remedy ‘til there’s nothing left
this flow is a nightmare and you overslept

[outro: vi finesse]
(and i’ll be the remedy ‘til there’s nothing left
this flow is a nightmare and you overslept)

- vi finesse lyrics

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