Cookin' With Kya Lyrics

Cookin' with Kya,

Cookin' with Kya,

Cookin' with Kya,

Cookin' with Kya,

I'm in this bitch with a bag of dope cookin on the stove,

I might just pull up on lil' Kya make her take off all her clothes,

Bossman Dlow how I beat the road,

Tony Chachere how I season hoes,

Before I walk up out that door that hoe gotta bend over touch her toes,

I'm in this bitch with a bag of dope cookin on the stove,

I might just pull up on lil' Kya make her take off all her clothes,

Bossman Dlow how I beat the road,

Tony Chachere how I season hoes,

Before I walk up out that door that hoe gotta bend over touch her toes,

I'm tryna sip on her bih, her body like tea

I'ma beat up her walls if she fuckin' on me

Make me tacos, bitch, I love to eat

Gotta do it like Kya then get on your knees,

And you better put me to sleep,

Before that, just make me a feast,

Steak and potatoes, bitch, at least,

Do you know who I am? Bitch, they call me Lil' Reese

You better hop your ass in the kitchen

I don't care if you don't know how to fry no chicken

You better learn or go do them dishes

Somebody gon' take your place, you don't listen

And no, I ain't dissin', baby,

I'm hungry, that's all I'm missin', baby,

Go make me some cornbread from scratch, lil' baby

I don't care if you the motherfuckin' candy lady

You don't know how to cook, that ain't my problem, baby

Girl, I can take your man, with this meal I just cooked,

Mwah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Smother chicken, I want me some rice

When I look in the fridge, only ice

Damn, not even burgers and fries

You can see disappoint in my eyes

That's a damn shame, got me watchin

Cookin' with Kya

Need to go to the grocery store lil' baby, that should be your top supplier

Get your ass out the motherfuckin' hair dryer

Put away that motherfuckin' air fryer

Go learn how to cook me Jambalaya

Till then, I can't even come inside ya

Don't say I'm misogynistic

I'ma get in that kitchen, I get the whippin'

I'ma put it down before you get the trippin'

Show you how it's done, get the finger lickin'

I'm talkin' bout Lobster mac and cheese

Gumbo, grits, and collard greens

LuhCamoo got just what you need

Make you get right on your motherfuckin' knees

Lil' baby, I got my motherfuckin' needs

Do you know how to make candied yams and black eyed peas

Cabbage baby, can season the leaves

Don't give me no headache, take it or leave

I don't care if you know how to bake

Bout to hit up yo' Granny to bring me a plate,

I'm way too skinny, try and gather the weight

Better learn how to cook for a nigga that's skate

I'm in this bitch with a bag of dope cookin on the stove,

I might just pull up on lil' Kya make her take off all her clothes,

Bossman Dlow how I beat the road,

Tony Chachere how I season hoes,

Before I walk up out that door that hoe gotta bend over touch her toes,

I'm in this bitch with a bag of dope cookin on the stove,

I might just pull up on lil' Kya make her take off all her clothes,

Bossman Dlow how I beat the road,

Tony Chachere how I season hoes,

Before I walk up out that door that hoe gotta bend over touch her toes

I'm in this bitch with a bag of dope cookin on the stove,

I might just pull up on lil' Kya make her take off all her clothes,

Bossman Dlow how I beat the road,

Tony Chachere how I season hoes,

Before I walk up out that door that hoe gotta bend over touch her toes,

I'm in this bitch with a bag of dope cookin on the stove,

I might just pull up on lil' Kya make her take off all her clothes,

Bossman Dlow how I beat the road,

Tony Chachere how I season hoes,

Before I walk up out that door that hoe gotta bend over touch her toes

Baby, you better get in that kitchen and feed your man

Before he be comin' over Ky's house for dinner

Stop being lazy and make that man some lemon pepper wings and fries

Before I do