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I be up in the kitchen

I be cooking the chicken

I be flipping the shrimp and

I got your bitch, and she coming

She got a phat ass, it makes me want to go to class

Bitches she calling me, up on the tele

I be washing my hands, and I got no plans

Gonna drive my car, gonna go really far

Spending all this money

On all the hot hunnys

She got a phat ass, and a mini skirt

I’m looking at her ass, her titties and it really hurts

I be up in the kitchen

These bitches, they be good looking

I got the money in my hands

Gonna make you understand

I’m the best in this rap game

You can’t compare to me

You hear this clap

It makes you want to dance

Rolling up blunts, fat

With a gun in my hand

I’ll do a drive-by bitch

Leave you in a ditch

Bleeding out

I don’t give a fuck

I run this hood, and I’m really good

When I shoot my guns

I’ll hit you in the face

I don’t care, then I’ll take your bitch and go to my place

We be cooking the crack, up in my pots

Then we be smoking, lots of the pots

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I be flipping the chicken, like I flipped the script

Can’t compare to me, I’m a different script

I don’t even follow what I have to say, I just a freestyle everyday

I practice in the mirror what I’m gonna say, and I have no rhythm

That’s ok, because I don’t need them

I’m the best in this game

You all can go away

When it comes to this mumble shit, I’m the best of this mumble shit

You can’t compare to me

I just practice every day

I sound like I have a mouthful of dick

Bitches call me the man, and they’re holding my hand

Pull down the mini skirts, and I wanna hit it

Doesn’t even have to rhyme, that’s ok

This song doesn’t rhyme, all of the time

I’m up in the kitchen

Washing my hands from the chicken

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