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Colin Rich - Kitchen Music Lyrics



Colin Rich - Kitchen Music Lyrics




I got this work up on the stove
Pancakes in the kitchen
Whipping like a muh fukkah
Boy I'm out here gettin it
I be trying to get it every week
That ain't a question
If you step to me I bet ya
Guarantee you gon regret it
I'm the man of the year
Don't know what you heard I'm the man round here
You won't get a word
Then your friend disappear
Shopping in Beverly Hills
I'm stackin for real
Yea
Goin hella fast on the high way
Got a bad bitch bring her by me
Never been a thing you can try me
Hella cars parked on the drive way
Debo that ass like Friday
When I walk out I be Havin
Hard times
Got these haters muggin
And they tryna block all shine
You won't get a thing from me I be keepin all mines
Kick you out the backdoor yea bacyard rhymes lord
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
I got this work up on the stove
Pancakes in the kitchen
Whipping like a muh fukkah
Boy I'm out here gettin it
I be trying to get it every week
That ain't a question
If you step to me I bet ya
Guarantee you gon regret it
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
Now I'm back at
Smoking fat
Like a bad habit
Wonderland in the mad hatter
You a pitcher with a bad average
I'm a hitter with a better chance
Bout to knock it out the park
Smokin weed like a rasta
I be out here Tryna jam like I want ta
I ain't Tryna have no clam in my pasta
Ima make dat ass believe in monsters
Oh shit he done done it again
He came in again and he left with my friends
I told you my friend
There's no need to pretend
I'm the man in my City
So don't fell offended
My rhymes are stupendous
My ganja ridiculous
I'm up on a cloud
I'm high fivin Martians
Beggin your pardon cuz
I love to start shit
Don't care what the cost is
Just know you lost it
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
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I got this work up on the stove
Pancakes in the kitchen
Whipping like a muh fukkah
Boy I'm out here gettin it
I be trying to get it every week
That ain't a question
If you step to me I bet ya
Guarantee you gon regret it
I'm the man of the year
Don't know what you heard I'm the man round here
You won't get a word
Then your friend disappear
Shopping in Beverly Hills
I'm stackin for real
Yea
Goin hella fast on the high way
Got a bad bitch bring her by me
Never been a thing you can try me
Hella cars parked on the drive way
Debo that ass like Friday
When I walk out I be Havin
Hard times
Got these haters muggin
And they tryna block all shine
You won't get a thing from me I be keepin all mines
Kick you out the backdoor yea bacyard rhymes lord
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
I got this work up on the stove
Pancakes in the kitchen
Whipping like a muh fukkah
Boy I'm out here gettin it
I be trying to get it every week
That ain't a question
If you step to me I bet ya
Guarantee you gon regret it
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
Now I'm back at
Smoking fat
Like a bad habit
Wonderland in the mad hatter
You a pitcher with a bad average
I'm a hitter with a better chance
Bout to knock it out the park
Smokin weed like a rasta
I be out here Tryna jam like I want ta
I ain't Tryna have no clam in my pasta
Ima make dat ass believe in monsters
Oh shit he done done it again
He came in again and he left with my friends
I told you my friend
There's no need to pretend
I'm the man in my City
So don't fell offended
My rhymes are stupendous
My ganja ridiculous
I'm up on a cloud
I'm high fivin Martians
Beggin your pardon cuz
I love to start shit
Don't care what the cost is
Just know you lost it
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
Look at all this work up in the kitchen
F*ck around and bodies come up missing
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Writer: Colin Ritchie
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