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Hells Kitchen

Album cover art for "Hells Kitchen" by OTM & Cash Kidd

OTM & Cash Kidd - Rap, Detroit Rap

Hells Kitchen

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September 21, 2022.

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[Intro: Duffy] Shit [Verse 1: Duffy] Lights out, chain still shinin' I don't know what niggas starin' at, Nina Ross by me Obviously, you can see my whole team too icy All the time we be outside, I'm startin' to think the opps hidin', shit If you scared, then you not ridin' Smoke with me, I just turned beef to a hot tamale I don't never let no broke annoyin' bitches nowhere by me Stinc Team, all the nerd niggas can't stand us Cold demon, take a walk with me, we in Hell's Kitchen Bop-bop, broke on Kim Juan for the orange chicken I could tell you how to get some uchies, niggas don't listen Two-steppin', dance with me, I got smooth rhythm Who trippin'? Hoop with us, ballin' on 'em, two players Where the opps? Two chops with us, nigga, Tomb Raider [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] I'm with the flu flammers, shit'll get too dangerous I don't need no strap, I got on a flight with two bangers Got scales everywhere like a new gator Shittin' with that magazine on me, not a newspaper I woke up with thirty new racks and twenty new haters Could teach you niggas how to spend, I'm a hoop trainer Broke nigga mad his bitch chose, I'm just too player She bring that cake to my door like a new neighbor Damn, other opp clapped in the face I feel like a beatmaker, new pack on the way Last spotted at the G-Way puttin' gas in the Wraith Gettin' neck while I smoke, dumpin' ash on her laces I ain't never gon' be lonely long as cash in the safe Celebration for the shooters, this ain't Veteran's Day We just clipped another nigga, throw a flag on the play Adam and Eve, we've been eatin' off them apples all day [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] You gon' catch who slippin'? Sad facts, it's not the case 7.62s just blew Michael Jordan out his J's Evil thoughts, I'm in Hell's Kitchen cookin' with an apron True baller, shot caller, I could ball with broke ankles (Shit) I am so cold Please don't whack bold, broke bitches can't get nothin' from me Nigga, you ain't never broke a bitch, you just wanna fuck her Niggas on they mama couch hatin', they don't get no money (Shit) You think that shit funny? Laughin' at the opps, shittin' on 'em, flexin' hundiddies Opp pack, Chiefin' in the coupe, watch me puff on it Bitch, I always have it my way, won't take a "no" from you Wack jumper, you ain't never chipped nothin', quit lyin' Four in the mornin' plus a four, I'm gettin' so tired Shoe shiner, bitch, the Mardi Gras, put the tits on him Ayy, don't you see 12 at the light? Nigga, act normal [Outro: Duffy] Cold demon, take a walk with me, nigga, yeah, shit Bitch Yeah, nigga, long live Drakeo Nigga, shit Bop-bop, broke on Kim Juan for the orange chicken, nigga Yeah

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