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Dope Kitchen (feat. Freeze and Mitchy Slick)

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It's going down nigga, you done fucked up nigga, you ain't on my status nigga, you know what I'm saying?

Disrespecting a mob nigga, wrong kind nigga, all the motherfucking time nigga

All the cars that I drive up and down the block pushing, niggas always talking but they softer than a cushion

I be out there juking, you be out there sleeping, we be out here balling, them suckers they be geeking

I got the fiends off that A1 yo, I gotta do it for my niggas that be upping the scope

They say killer you the only one that's keeping it mob, that's why they saying I'm the illest, I'm just doing my job

Cause I grew up off that government cheese, now that I blew up, the only thing I'm counting is cheese

And if you knew what I did and what the killer done seen, you're beating through up and praying to that porcelain king

I'm having dreams with these nightmares, soft turn to hard rock, I ain't slept in four days but never let the ball drop

I never called cops, I ain't going for the badge, I'm just putting money up, investing in them body bags

I ain't leaving no eyewitnesses, you already know what the business is

Turn your neck and your hoe missing, got her titties out in my dope pitch

Bitch that uncut, nothing stepped on, wake they ass up, nothing slept on

We about to paint the town with your bitch wrists, and it's all on a bitch with some bitch freaks

Bitch better get with the program, before she get checked like the side of my dope mask

Dick so big, she gotta hold it with both hands, fuck her till the mob figures, never no slow jams

All I wanna see is some cash nigga, or I'ma put the barrel to the front of your ass, kisses

I'm trying to live like the Rob report, paying off lawyers trying to dodge the court

It's freeze, it's the mob report, bitch love it, they trying to get a VIP so they can fuck us

It's nothing, but we learn to turn nothing to something, baking biscuits for the projects, you baking muffins

Got your chest out, but you really a sucker, you say she ain't your main, but you really her husband

If we ever was funky, niggas was nothing, damn I thought that he was just rapping, he really busted

I ain't leaving no eyewitnesses, you already know what the business is

Turn your neck and your hoe missing, got her titties out in my dope pitch

Bitch that uncut, nothing stepped on, wake they ass up, nothing slept on

We about to paint the town with your bitch with us, and it's all on a bitch with some bitch killers

It's going down like a head doctor, you fake balling like Red Lobster

She was yours till AP knocked her, and now her homegirls on my roster

We tag team her, and show them how to lead the country, you Chuck Muncy only showed her how to be a junkie

You like a bunkie slash babysitter slash flunky, and now it's funky, you been woofing since I gave you papers

Seen a chaser, and almost made her wreck my Bentley, now your destiny is similar to that of Kennedy's

You offending me, thinking you was on my status, now my equal be no secret if I call my people

The routine use a rouger like a guillotine, I'm on some gang shit and all my niggas gone in

Like it's a banquet, that's why Giro's in the street, you see the vanquish, and Panamera in my peeps, I see your anguish

I ain't leaving no eyewitnesses, you already know what the business is

Turn your neck and your hoe missing, got her titties out in my dope kitchen

This that uncut, none stepped on, wake they ass up, none slept on

We about to paint the town with your bitch with us, and it's all on the bitch, we some bitch killers

Dope Kitchen (feat. Freeze and Mitchy Slick) by Freeze - Lyrics & Covers