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Bitch I'm Cooking Lyrics - Artist : Stitches
Bitch, you know I'm cookin'
Bitch, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me Bitch, you know I'm cookin' Bitch, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me Your boyfriend's a joke, your boyfriend is broke Come fuck with Stitches, I got kilos on my boat She sayin', "Stitches, I love you" I think my diamonds make her crazy First day she met me, say she wanna have my baby I'm smokin' weed, I'm sippin' lean Pull up in a Maserati up to the scene TMZ takin' pictures, while I'm rollin' these swishers Gettin' head while I'm drivin', and best belive I still kiss her She say, "Stiches you too freaky for me" To tell you the truth, I'm startin' to think that bitch is an informant She's askin' way too many questions Imma Chris Brown that ho, teach her a lesson Slap that bitch two times and tell that bitch to get to steppin' Imma always be rich, they call me, "Mister Steal Yo Bitch" Now that boy say he got a problem I got a AK-47, Imma solve it Bitch, you know I'm cookin' Bitch, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me Bitch, you know I'm cookin' Bitch, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me I can teach ya how to sell them drugs I can teach ya how to be a thug Nigga, I done been through the struggle Bitch I [?] but this no [?] I swear to God, I'm tired of these fake rappers These niggas say they real but they all actors Nigga, I can teach ya how to really cook it It ain't my fault your girl said I was good lookin' I can't wait for the day my brothers step outta prison Just so they could ride in foreigns with me, see how I'm livin' I'm puttin' stacks up in they commissary Cause if we got the same blood it's necessary I hate to see them tears go down my mama's face That's my queen and that's forever no one take her place When I was on the run she kept my kilos at her place And every court that I had she always showed her face I love her Bitch, you know I'm cookin' Bitch, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me Bitch, you know I'm cookin' Bitch, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me |
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