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AR-AB

"F Up The Kitchen"

[Chorus: Butterknife King]
Don't let these fake n*ggas
They was wishin' they f*ckin' the game up
Now stayin' down
When my n*ggas know I am never gon' change up
We slept in bandos with the junkies
So that's why we stayed(?) up
I'm at a hotplate with a butterknife f*ckin' that yay up
Whip it! Yay! Whip it! Yay!
I'm bout to f*ck up the kitchen
Whip it! Yay! Whip it! Yay!
I'm bout to f*ck up the kitchen

[Verse 1: AR-AB]
I'm 'bout to f*ck up the kitchen
I'm 'bout to f*ck up them dishes
Just bought a box of bah
I'm bout to double the fishes
I got it all from the trenches
Ridin' around with extensions
Hop out and give you the business
You really want this issue?
All of my hittas relentless
They tried to give me a sentence
He said he wanted it whole
I tell 'em give me a minute
Stirred the knife till I bend it
Practice the 2nd Amendment
He caught it all, I'm a end it
I let it go till its finished
My n*ggas came from the bottom
Sippin' that drink out the bottom
He swung on me and then we shot him
I should've told 'em to rob him
My n*gga Shady a problem
If I say get 'em, he gotta
Hope out the car when we spot 'er
Our faces covered with stockings
Stuck in the light, and I'm noddin'
He really a b*tch, he just hidin'
I just tell Lo to get in
He hop in the car and we slide
All of my n*ggas is silent
All of my sticks is polished
All of my b*tches is modest
I kick 'em out they gossip

[Chorus: Butterknife King]
Don't let these fake n*ggas
They was wishin' they f*ckin' the game up
Now stayin' down
When my n*ggas know I am never gon' change up
We slept in bandos with the junkies
So that's why we stayed(?) up
I'm at a hotplate with a butterknife f*ckin' that yay up
Whip it! Yay! Whip it! Yay!
I'm bout to f*ck up the kitchen
Whip it! Yay! Whip it! Yay!
I'm bout to f*ck up the kitchen

[Verse 2: AR-AB]
I'm bout to dirty the pot
I'm ridin' dirty a lot
n*gga, I been the boss
I might be servin' your pa! (pop)
n*gga, you work for the cops
I put in work for the block
I put that work on the block
I put in work on your block
I watched the water get high
I watched it boil in a pot
Hopin' that sh*t jump extra
Ice cube makin' it lot
I'm really something they not
I really sell in the spot
Graveyard, servin' the zombies
Tryn' to build up ma nuh'
Count it and count it again
I finna stack it to ten
He put my name in his rap
Don't let it happen again!
My n*ggas playin' for keeps
My n*ggas play in the streets
These n*ggas playin' with me?
I get him hit for free
I never heard of them n*ggas
I'm never servin' them n*ggas
I sorta stay out the way
'Fore I wind up hurtin' them n*ggas
I'm 'bout to f*ck up a pot
Might drink it all in a night
I just go to sleep
Might gotta call it a night!

[Chorus: Butterknife King]
Don't let these fake n*ggas
They was wishin' they f*ckin' the game up
Now stayin' down
When my n*ggas know I am never gon' change up
We slept in bandos with the junkies
So that's why we stayed(?) up
I'm at a hotplate with a butterknife f*ckin' that yay up
Whip it! Yay! Whip it! Yay!
I'm bout to f*ck up the kitchen
Whip it! Yay! Whip it! Yay!
I'm bout to f*ck up the kitchen

[Transcribed by R3V0LT]

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