[Intro:]
Yeah, aye we finally here nigga
I like to introduce ya to my band
One of em name Mr. Pyrex, Mr. Pot, Mr. Baking Soda (ha)
Know what I mean?
It go live from the kitchen
Li-li-live from the kitchen
Its just me and my bands
Li-li-live from the kitchen
Its just me and my bands
Baking soda test tube pot and the pans
[Verse 1:]
Live from the kitchen, well overdue
10 mixtapes and I got a Porsche in Bancoup
Yea that bitch got four doors, I got four hoes
On my screwed up click shit, got me tippin' on 44's
Yeah they ran in my spot, them bitches kicked down both doors
Confiscated both of my choppas and took pictures of both stoves
Gang tags been on my ass, yeah they raided both my shows
Ayy, I'm wearin' too much white, I told 'em I represent that blow
Li-li-live from the kitchen
Its just me and my bands
Shit get for real, niggas start playing
I'on need a hundred niggas, its just me and my mans
Too deep in that Regal, red beam on that Eagle
You gone lie bout it or die bout it, 'cause 'yeen going with me neither
LIve from the kitchen, that's just a statement
Got that kush shit by the bells, and bitch I'm live from the basement
Got that purp and I can taste it, my time don't you waste it
Niggas think they can start some beef and then come back and erase it
I got Benjamin on my faces, I got lawyers fightin' cases
You know me vs war buggs bunny in my braclets
Bitch I'm live the jury just bought a roller and a pen
A frank nere, is you a dealer or a user?
Baby momma had grape, she like streetz niggas
She say I amusing her
Live-li-li from the kitchen
Fucking bitches on the dishes
Bend her over on the counter. right in front of the money counter
She was laying against the refrigerator in case I get some
That's a old word, I got old birds
I got old breads, these bitches small heads
I don't trust niggas, I say they all fed
We in war with niggas and I want 'em all dead
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