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Cooking in the Kitchen

The Crave
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Cooking in the kitchen Yeah, you can find me cooking in the kitchen I put out my Rollie on my wrist then I whip it out and whip it Whip it baby, let me see you whip it I know you heard about it, let me show you how we living (how we living) Living like we did in the beginning Guess a lot changed cause the women acting different They used to tell us that we're never gonna get it Now the women say I'm bae and I'm chilling like a billionaire I'm swinging, swinging like I'm married to the bitches They really love me, all my women is committed She back it up, oh my God, guess we winning Give me cash, that's the only reason I be cooking these raps And I be cooking in the kitchen Now I'm cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen I be cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Every single day I'm in the kitchen Pops used to drop me off in a Nissan And I used to embarrassed by his car but I was driven Now a nigga got a Benz, Beamer and the crib is too big All I had was time and ambition And getting out the hood was the mission It was either the pen or the [?] Now I'm shooting freethrows at the crib with my niggas Yeah we did it, I always fly 'em down when I miss em They always hold me down, that's my niggas And I don't understand what you're arguing about I mean, I put us on the map how could you not be proud? Aye! Ne re zama-zama le bo Junky Straight outta Maftown, banging out in Compton I know about Bompton, I'm good But Game nigga I've been around the world and every hood's the same We all cooking And I be cooking in the kitchen Now I'm cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen I be cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Yeah, cooking in the kitchen Ever since a nigga momma whooped him in the kitchen Broke nigga got sick of that shit Turned rich nigga, now look at the flick of that wrist, boy! Turn the Impala into a Lambo Call me [?], watch this bitch scramble With a bird riding shotgun Gave that bitch a molly and a 12-gauge, bet that hoe pop one Ooh! I got the ratchet on me Fuck a couch I'm on the floor with these ratchets on me Cass, pass a nigga that duffel See them niggas flossing over there, yeah they're in trouble We bout to stunt I got a Aventador out in the front You know I keep it Compton Got a chopper and a 5 hundred thousand dollar car Nigga you know who the fuck we are, it's the circle You can find me cooking in the kitchen Let me show you how we living You heard about it, you heard about it You heard about it, yeah yeah Nana, yeah yeah, nana, yeah yeah You heard about it, you heard about it You heard about it, yeah yeah Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen I be cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen I be cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen I be cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen Cooking, cooking, cooking in the kitchen By Juss Ozza