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Lyrify.me

Kitchen by Kelly Valuchi Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Hook}:
If you standing in the way then you're blocking the vision
Don't got time to politic, I gotta feed these children
I ain't pressed over pussy, I got too many women
Lessons learned through the failures, I guess we always winnin'
Forgive me Lord for sinnin'
I dabbled in this and that I'm just racing bro to a million
Me and Ladiiee literally selling pies out the buildin'
Keepin' the people itchin', we spent hours in that kitchen nigga

[Verse]:
You don't know me
I ate with some Latin Kings and I worked out with the Homies
Knew Crips that was bout it bout it more than Master P and them
Middle finger to anybody that don't believe in him
So tired of niggas, it's getting quiet for niggas
No more single parent homes, it's time to father these niggas
I ain't gon hold you, if legit I'm supporting a nigga
And if we spread these black seeds, the whole world full of niggas
It's the, slight movement, the right movement, of course
For me to get it on
The fire from hell I found it warm
That's just an excerpt from Roda and if I ever approach ya
It's on respect first, pump ya breaks on gangster shit
I ain't tryna go back to jail, I really hate that shit
But if it ever come a time, where you try to come for mine
I know it's a jail cell that's still vacant, shit
And there's a coffin for you, but let's breathe life in this bitch
Like relief, when police turn and your life in the whip
Truck on full, extra protection for the blitz
Rather go it alone, ya passenger might be a snitch
Keep cool y'all only respect violence
But keep it close cause these nigga be wildn'
These niggas need a crash course on silence
They like to come around but everybody ain't solid
I adopt a couple brothers, none of us got some mothers
We just roamed the same streets, searching high and low for come ups
The bitches went to school, why wouldn't we have diplomas
And I smell this good, cause I'm just masking the aroma
Of the mary, uh, took her to the Marriott
She all natural, but I found her in The Body Shop
You can only die once, I'm just tryna live a lot
And I ain't asking for more I put my spoon right in the pot
And if
[Hook]:
If you standing in the way then you're blocking the vision
Don't got time to politic, I gotta feed these children
I ain't pressed over pussy, I got too many women
Lessons learned through the failures, I guess we always winnin'
Forgive me Lord for sinnin'
I dabbled in this and that I'm just racing bro to a million
Me and Ladiiee literally selling pies out the buildin'
Keepin' the people itchin', we spent hours in that kitchen nigga