My Kitchen Lyrics

I told them, bro

Get the fuck out my kitchen

Like you approaching on a wave

Like you tryna swag surf

Get in my sauce and shit

Put the pounds in the trash

Shyne go do the dishes

Nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen

Bought a Hemi, ride with a semi

The Mac 10 ballistic

How you do it, Shyne?

Don't know; cost me 20

I'm a 16 bar hoe

Fill me up, fill me with drank

Me and Luca ran off on a plug, left him stank

Pussy tryna talk all that shit, he won't meet me in Queens

Wanna meet me at the show? He get hit with that dank

My bitch pussy popping all pink

Got a fine ting, on the dick, like trampoline

Looking like a coat of mink

Yo bitch sucking on my dick

The same one that you kiss

Brunette bitch so bad

I think she want to have my kids

Okay, I'm at your doorstep, check that ring

I'm really at that zero ping

Feel like Jordan, five fingers, but I got six rings

I feel like Bron, the goat

Catch you with that fucking heat

Riding on that bitch, yeah

Got her riding on that meat

Got her riding with the gang

Tryna fuck on the clique

Brought em in the club

Brought em in the club with illegal sticks

Hold on Blake, stop the track

Tryna hear these pussies talk that shit

Talking on my name, swear you gon' get pistol whip