Twerk Bandz Kitchen Lyrics

I said there's one bad bitch in the kitchen I got two bad bitches in the kitchen

I said one bad bitch in the kitchen I said there's two bad bitches in the kitchen

Now there's three bad bitches in the kitchen Nah, why the fuck should I be trippin'

Yeah, why the fuck you think I do this, fo

They give me twenty at the door and then I start the show

Yeah, I see these niggas out here trippin' I can't take no more

If you ain't gettin' to the money, what you sprintin for

Yeah, yeah, confidence, I got a lot of it

A nigga bullet with the vest, I got a lot of shit

Will need a week to fill my closet got a lot of fits

Now shorty lookin' for a check like we done got a kid

Yeah, not even cuffin season

These niggas lovin' on these hoes for no fuckin' reason

Soon as I get you out them clothes, when I fuck I'm leavin'

I ain't the niggas that you know, that's gon' fuck you bleedin

The homie said I need to chill

I said these hoes for everybody, I don't think I will

You see the cash, I get the box, so you don't need a skill

You see I'm makin' all these hits, so I don't need a deal

Said, there's one bad bitch in the kitchen

I said, there's two bad bitches in the kitchen

I said, there's three bad bitches in the kitchen

Yea, nigga with the shit, but I ain't lickin

I said, there's two bad bitches in the kitchen

I said, there's three bad bitches in the kitchen

Yea, nigga hit your friend but I ain't flipping

Who the fuck you think I am

You better come up on some clothes, I'ma get the cam

I'm down for suckin' on your toes if I see no jam

And when she jump up on this pole, she gon' leave a man

Yeah, she said she got a couple friends

She said she wanted me surprised with the nigga hand

Yeah, now everybody listen

I had like twenty fuckin' flavors in my fuckin' kitchen

Said, there's one bad bitch in the kitchen

I said, there's two bad bitches in the kitchen

I said, there's three bad bitches in the kitchen

Yea, nigga with the shit, but I ain't lickin

I said, there's two bad bitches in the kitchen

I said, there's three bad bitches in the kitchen

Yea, nigga hit your friend but I ain't flipping

Know the party, it ain't over

A nigga dick so fuckin' big, she put it on her shoulder

She like to suck and make a wish, she treat it like a clover

I said this dick don't have no limits, take it like a soldier

Now shorty, she a lil' freak

She told me if that is the case, then call her Master P

The P for pussy on the bed, why she Master B

I told that bitch to spread her legs like the Master C

I called the shorty Super Jet

Cause she was squirtin' to the wall, got the sheets all wet

She got me wipin' down her walls like a teacher's pet

Aw yeah, I put that ass together like a Lego set

Her ass fat, make a nigga dumb

And I ain't pullin' outta nothin', here I fuckin' come

You better not come back with a daughter or a fuckin' son

And if you do, don't call the law cause I'll fuckin' run

Yeah, yeah