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ILA/ Stay on Your Hustle - The Kitchen Lyrics



ILA/ Stay on Your Hustle - The Kitchen Lyrics




I get the head in the kitchen
I get the head in the kitchen
She want the bed I get missin
She want the bed I get missin

Paying attention
Aint payin attention
That's what I say to these bitches
My bitch so bad I done painted her nigha, I done painted her nigga

Took a long route like billabong
Let's take a hike and fill up a bong
Fighting the calvary
Life is checks and balances
And no re routing it
I'm just recounting it
And ain't no counterfeits
Head down don't mean I'm pouting
I'm dripping like a water fountain
Puttin bricks on a Motherf*ckin pallet
Literally, landscaping
All these snakes around me
You kidding me
Yellow brick road no skipping me
Solo dolo like Billie Jean
Trip to the motherf*ckin Philippines
Destined for anything
Switch the persona
This shit Drip where it wants to
I Touch a beat, that bitch a goner
These hoes and bitches is loners
I invested In me then pop
Coming down hill like Rodney Lott
Kick a field goal that bitch get blocked
Just be the wave and stop waving
No parade we stock trading
Stay on your hustle hot baby
That's palm trees and hot ladies
More doeja when we roll up
Chauffeurs for the chauffeurs
Artwork like the Mona Lisa Ayy that's cold bra
10 Degrees below frozen
Need an igloo when I roll up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, Ayy
Whip thru traffic persistent passion
Ain't never been the one to kiss no asses
Short fuses, distant parents
Missing family, this shit get tragic
Had to do some magic
That's where I do me
That's when shit happen
Pursue my dreams
At first I schemed
And then I think
And then I thought
Had to cut them off
That's where it gets deep
But ship don't sink
And weed and pills get bleak
That's when u start gritting my teeth
Off ecstasy I was seventeen
You know what I mean
Been through some shit that they ain't believe, like epiphanies
And obviously that drama ain't me
You know ima freak of nature
When it comes to being patient
I don't need no sheets to go driving ppl crazy, these bitches crazy,
I whip this ship like a motherf*ckin sailor do
Hit yo ass with a rose and boom
Tuxedo mask and sailor moon
Ol green and gold Baylor U
Research ai t shit else to do
Got bad women different schools
Ass fatter, ima pick and choose
Made it thru all this destitute
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I get the head in the kitchen
I get the head in the kitchen
She want the bed I get missin
She want the bed I get missin

Paying attention
Aint payin attention
That's what I say to these bitches
My bitch so bad I done painted her nigha, I done painted her nigga

Took a long route like billabong
Let's take a hike and fill up a bong
Fighting the calvary
Life is checks and balances
And no re routing it
I'm just recounting it
And ain't no counterfeits
Head down don't mean I'm pouting
I'm dripping like a water fountain
Puttin bricks on a Motherf*ckin pallet
Literally, landscaping
All these snakes around me
You kidding me
Yellow brick road no skipping me
Solo dolo like Billie Jean
Trip to the motherf*ckin Philippines
Destined for anything
Switch the persona
This shit Drip where it wants to
I Touch a beat, that bitch a goner
These hoes and bitches is loners
I invested In me then pop
Coming down hill like Rodney Lott
Kick a field goal that bitch get blocked
Just be the wave and stop waving
No parade we stock trading
Stay on your hustle hot baby
That's palm trees and hot ladies
More doeja when we roll up
Chauffeurs for the chauffeurs
Artwork like the Mona Lisa Ayy that's cold bra
10 Degrees below frozen
Need an igloo when I roll up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, Ayy
Whip thru traffic persistent passion
Ain't never been the one to kiss no asses
Short fuses, distant parents
Missing family, this shit get tragic
Had to do some magic
That's where I do me
That's when shit happen
Pursue my dreams
At first I schemed
And then I think
And then I thought
Had to cut them off
That's where it gets deep
But ship don't sink
And weed and pills get bleak
That's when u start gritting my teeth
Off ecstasy I was seventeen
You know what I mean
Been through some shit that they ain't believe, like epiphanies
And obviously that drama ain't me
You know ima freak of nature
When it comes to being patient
I don't need no sheets to go driving ppl crazy, these bitches crazy,
I whip this ship like a motherf*ckin sailor do
Hit yo ass with a rose and boom
Tuxedo mask and sailor moon
Ol green and gold Baylor U
Research ai t shit else to do
Got bad women different schools
Ass fatter, ima pick and choose
Made it thru all this destitute
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Writer: Ibn Ali
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Length: 2:45
Written by: Ibn Ali

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