Stuck In The Kitchen

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Matthew - Rap

Stuck In The Kitchen

2 Plays

Duration: 2:31

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Lyrics

(Verse - 1) - Matthew The drip came with waves we deep in the ocean Running through flaws we had in the motion I was selling the pills the dope to buy the drip The drip that came with the coat Em niggas is fake we don't fuck with em folks I get me my beats on the low I get me my weed on the low These niggas crossed me i felt like pope My bro on the corner I'm giving him hope Fist in the air the hood Nelson Mandеla Two tone drip on my bitch she look like Cruеlla Don't fuck with the mob this shit like Goodfellas What was her name again either Becky or Stella? Cindy or Bella ? I was thuggin through em storms No jacket & no umbrella I'm bringing the heat no matter the weather I don't care if it June or December We were on the flaws trapping the 5th, the 6th ave Wishing on shit we never had if you If weren't there than ain't a member Whipping the juice just like a blender Heard money calling I said yeah yeah yeah Fucking on a baddies she's yes right there Spending my money man I really don't care Spending my money man I really don't care Yeah (Hook) - Matthew Said we gotta keep focused Focused on vision We were whipping the potion Now we stuck in the kitchen Yeah Said We gotta keep focused Focused on vision Now I'm whipping potion we stuck in the kitchen Yeah Said We gotta keep focused Focused on vision Now I'm whipping potion we stuck in the yeah (Verse -2) - Tyler Way too focused I can't drift with the motion Ion got love for those who fucked me over Broer ,I call your mami super soaker She wet as the lean i just spilt on the sofa Im cooking ,with an apron in the kitchen The ones at my table held me down for real If i eat then you eat i ain't ain't stingy you trippin You spite yourself for tryna starve all the niggas that ride When you say its time to do the mission You do for yourself you don't care if they down In the trenches If i ball then all my niggas gon ball theres no one on the benches My cardio something to mention I run to my dreams and the digits... Rappin so slimey and sloppy Its lean that im sippin... My T-O-P on a swivel Laughing i seen when i hit em 'Cause it was a beam on the pistol So evil i giggle Lost in these darks waves of crazy thoughts Im drowning you try finding nemo forget it She thought i was deep when i hit it But that was just liggies 'Cause im half asleep in these bitches Thats krazy

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Credits

Writers
  • Matthew Dunn & Tyler Jackson