Kitchen Freestlyle/Blueberry Muffins ft. Big City Philadelphia Lyrics

Me and Big city Ran it up like we shootin' threes

You already know, we star players on the fuckin team

I feel like D'Lo, I got ice running through my bloodstream

My shot sharper than a razor blade wit some shaving cream

Cold as shit but I'm spitting fire, Miami Heat

I will snap, crackle, and pop ya neck like a rice krispie treat

Everytime I step in the booth they like "are you kidding me?"

Shoutout Charlie Sloth Fire in the booth is what I consider these

Ask me bout the fucking chains around my neck, I'll die bout these

Ask me bout the clique I'm with that's Dashboyz wit a Z

Z can stand for anything but me, I'll put you right to sleep

Fucked ya mom she left pussy juice on the peanut butter seats

Hold on I ain't finished Imma keep goin on

Freestyled in the car, wrote it down off the dome

I almost crashed, my future flashed, I call that shit beast mode

You beat your girl but out here you a bitch, that's what we know

Yea, thats what we know fucking straight up like Geno steaks

Serve that beef the bitches that want it

I ain't playing with you motherfuckers I'll get you hunted

Shot down, in the motherfucking shots a hunnid

Rounds

In the clip like "what the fuck you want?"

Got this bitch stripping like "what the fuck they want?"

And imma be up in that bitch cunt

And I don't care what they say cause that bitch strut

Yea that bitch a smut

Yea that bitch a smut

And she also a pro

When we hop up in the club she gon all be slow

Slow-mo, and we gon ride

Cause she hop up in the whip like she don't stride

What the fuck am I saying? I don't know

Why the fuck am I playing? I don't know

I got this hoe, all up on the dick like "Woah"

She gon slide all up on the stick like slow

Motion

All up in that ocean, watch me do my fuckin' thing

Yea ocean

Coasting, caution, take wit precaution

Take a little action, yea I got that offing motion

Slow with the lotion, rub it

You don't even know about that old shit, dub it

Watch it, record it, listen, love it

What you wanna do when you gon skin it, rub it

I be on the top like this is the usher

This is the usher, I be making beats like I learned percussion

You is not Dashboyz, you always on that fuck shit

This shit so fire, I wrote it down on the oven

Yea on the oven

Superbad like I am mclovin'

Like I am mclovin, I fucked your wife like I am her husband

I came in your house and you ended up runnin'

And before I left, she made me blueberry muffins