Corrección Letra In The Kitchen par Yutes

Featuring(s) : Stove God Cooks

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Letra

[Chris]
Even though a nigga gotta keep it real
And this what I know, a nigga gotta keep it trill
I ain't frontin', a nigga gotta pay the bills
Ay, ay, and this how I feel

Trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trippin'
Put in this work even though they be lookin but this is [?]
Whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin'
Mix it up, stir it up, chop it down, lay it down, right in the kitchen
Trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trippin'
Put in this work even though they be lookin but this is [?]
Whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin'
Mix it up, stir it up, chop it down, lay it down, right in the kitchen

[Santris]
(Yeah)
Trappin', I'm trappin'. I'm trappin' (trappin')
Pull up to you with the Mac-10 (Mac)
Turn yo' ass into the past tense (past)
Don't think that my niggas ask her (ask)
Niggas really [?] (yeah)
I don't burn bridges, I pass 'em (box step)
I don't give checks, man, I cash 'em
Bitches either get dick or abandoned
I let her suck on me like I'm a Life Saver
She say 'Trissy, well I savе her (yeah)
Cause shе can roll, and she need a blunt, and don't even like paper (don't even want it)
So sharp, I'm like razor (cut it)
Cuttin' up my haters
Bringin' and flippin' in all of the shit we got from Jamaica
Trappin' either make or break ya (yeah)
Miss a look, you like goodness gracious (yuh)
If you sell fish, just pay up (pay it)
Or you get hit by lazers (doot doot)
If you sleepin' on me, wake up (brrrrr)
Started off tryna get cake'd up (yuh)

Got us the trap bringin' all of the cash
f*ck your government job and your paystub (bitch)

[Stove God Cooks]
Drop it in the water, watch it melt down (down)
Shit was dry for a minute but we held out (out)
Look at me now
It was worth every trip out of town, every brick, every cocaine smile
Money stuffed in the couches
Now it's champagne fountains
36 ounces
Bitch say she want new Louboutins
You pronounce that Louboutin
Re-re-really, baby, sound it out
I got plug love, powder clout
Remember we was down and out
Now my niggas up and lit
Holy Jesus, holy wrist
Holy kilo, water wet
[?]
(uh, yeah)
Dancin' on the stove more my thing
Stamp, shake, Coke Zero, this bitch clean

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