Fetty Wap - In the Kitchen (Remix) lyrics

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Fetty Wap - In the Kitchen (Remix) lyrics

[Hook] You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills Dope, dope, and weed And the cash make 'em twerk s**, s**, spit, spit, and nut, nut Do d** then we murk, murder, hommy 187, call your mommy And we got it out the kurb, kurb The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball [Verse 1] n***a you ain't got it She get to t**ng if she spot it Throw that b**h a new shoe then we spying Anybody's drop, we never mind 'em Shout out my n***a Mitch, that's how we grinding [?] stack it up, the feds won't find me [?] how we shining On the ball, how we grinding Time is money, perfect timing n***a watch the timing I see you keep on lying Your whole life, you been lying [Hook] You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills Dope, dope, and weed And the cash make 'em twerk s**, s**, spit, spit, and nut, nut Do d** then we murk, murder, hommy 187, call your mommy And we got it out the kurb, kurb The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball [Verse 2] Disrespect the 3, p**y, I'm gon' find you Got some n***as on the 8 and they grind too And if they get the word, they gon' come and find you I been from the 3 since [?] was selling goop Late nights on the porch and I got the pour Fast b**h get it up and you better blow These n***as hating and I swear to God I know I been from the 3 so you know my a** I show Your b**h just got word, now it's time to hoe And if she f** me then you know she gotta f** my bro Grab your pants and your sh**, b**h it's time to go Hit the trap, late night, jugging by the stove [Hook] You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills Dope, dope, and weed And the cash make 'em twerk s**, s**, spit, spit, and nut, nut Do d** then we murk, murder, hommy 187, call your mommy And we got it out the kurb, kurb The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball [Verse 3: Fetty Wap] You ain't got no weed, ain't got no p**y, ain't got no trap You ain't talk no bands, ain't talk to stacks, ain't talk no racks Got a big a** gun, if I pull it up then she go blah If I call her c*nt, that n***a pop with the mac Ay, 20 second on the world, that's all I know Late night in the kitchen, water whipping blow All juggers a**, rack it 'fore I kick his door 17 shots, right before I stop this hoe Ay, jugger finessing n***as know how hard I go Twelfth a second, n***a know how to roll All I know is getting bands then I get some more Late night in the trap tryna get it all [Hook] You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills Dope, dope, and weed And the cash make 'em twerk s**, s**, spit, spit, and nut, nut Do d** then we murk, murder, hommy 187, call your mommy And we got it out the kurb, kurb The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball

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