Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done
Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen
I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen
They tell quit your bitching and get back to the kitchen,
Tryna find the one
Standing in the kitchen
Go to a soup kitchen
Top ranked, number one my son
She can make a pimp fall in love
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen
Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one
And not in the kitchen
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