Lyrics to In The Kitchen
(A McFly)
It’s me nigga
Pote Baby nigga
Clubhouse nigga
Duck her nigga
And we flyer
And we higher than ever
Real high in the air nigga
First class
No coach
I’m the coach
Tellin’ all you nigga’s what the fuck to do
Mr. Carter, big barter
I don’t fuck with A. Nigga, B. Nigga, C. Nigga, D’s Niggas trippin’
Li’l nigga, big head, big mouth, these nigga listen
Always on my sh*t momma, dese nigga get it
I’m back up again momma, dese bitches weak, yeah
Big body rockin’ hoes
Let her call me, ye, ye
Ride me like a trolley, this her favorite hobby, ye, ye
I was in the lobby, bitches came behind me, ye, ye
Shale right beside, and he came with Donny, ye, ye
Brrrrrrrrt, that my engine
Ridin’ super legal
I ain’t even pass admission
(What?)
Catch snitches round me, you can’t even be suspicious (Shhhh!!)
Interior designer, I like all of her dimensions
(What else?)
Let’s get it started
I ain’t even show up yet
I ain’t on they Jr., baby girl was givin’ organ
I ain’t have an option
Ooh, who you stoppin’?
The drip was kinda heavy
I was drenchin’ when I walked in
You talkin’ all that dirt
You must be think you Mr. Start
(What?)
I got her soaking wet
I swear to God she was a faucet
Bitch we did it
Where was you when I was eating noodles in the kitchen?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I ain’t finished yet
We still in the kitchen, we cookin’ up
Time to switch it up
She call me daddy deleso
Put that ass on the stretcher
As I walk through the East side
Momma work at the West end
An occasional flexer
On the block more than tetris
If I hop on 95
I’m applying the pressure
Yeah, Reebok class shit
Whippin’ in a ye-ye
I’m potato mashin’
All my bitches yams
Shit, they young and messy
I be wearin’ scrubs and she call me handsome
(What else?)
In the kit- In the kit- In the kitchen
In the kitchen
Me and four hoes spoonin’ in the kitchen
In the kitchen
In the kitchen
In the kit- In the kit- I’m in the kitchen
In’a, in’a kitchen, okay
Me and four young niggas on a mission
In the kitchen
In the kitchen
In the kit- In the kit- I’m in the kitchen
It’s me nigga
Pote Baby nigga
Clubhouse nigga
Duck her nigga
And we flyer
And we higher than ever
Real high in the air nigga
First class
No coach
I’m the coach
Tellin’ all you nigga’s what the fuck to do
Mr. Carter, big barter
I don’t fuck with A. Nigga, B. Nigga, C. Nigga, D’s Niggas trippin’
Li’l nigga, big head, big mouth, these nigga listen
Always on my sh*t momma, dese nigga get it
I’m back up again momma, dese bitches weak, yeah
Big body rockin’ hoes
Let her call me, ye, ye
Ride me like a trolley, this her favorite hobby, ye, ye
I was in the lobby, bitches came behind me, ye, ye
Shale right beside, and he came with Donny, ye, ye
Brrrrrrrrt, that my engine
Ridin’ super legal
I ain’t even pass admission
(What?)
Catch snitches round me, you can’t even be suspicious (Shhhh!!)
Interior designer, I like all of her dimensions
(What else?)
Let’s get it started
I ain’t even show up yet
I ain’t on they Jr., baby girl was givin’ organ
I ain’t have an option
Ooh, who you stoppin’?
The drip was kinda heavy
I was drenchin’ when I walked in
You talkin’ all that dirt
You must be think you Mr. Start
(What?)
I got her soaking wet
I swear to God she was a faucet
Bitch we did it
Where was you when I was eating noodles in the kitchen?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I ain’t finished yet
We still in the kitchen, we cookin’ up
Time to switch it up
She call me daddy deleso
Put that ass on the stretcher
As I walk through the East side
Momma work at the West end
An occasional flexer
On the block more than tetris
If I hop on 95
I’m applying the pressure
Yeah, Reebok class shit
Whippin’ in a ye-ye
I’m potato mashin’
All my bitches yams
Shit, they young and messy
I be wearin’ scrubs and she call me handsome
(What else?)
In the kit- In the kit- In the kitchen
In the kitchen
Me and four hoes spoonin’ in the kitchen
In the kitchen
In the kitchen
In the kit- In the kit- I’m in the kitchen
In’a, in’a kitchen, okay
Me and four young niggas on a mission
In the kitchen
In the kitchen
In the kit- In the kit- I’m in the kitchen
