created april3.25
I got that glare upon my wrist 
lil bitch I had to whip again
Flareion when it glisten
Like fire on my hannnds

Black man. I had to get the win
Look im slidin dat infin 
Sun roof openin.
Ya know i Had ta let it shine within 

Pull up to the spot
Looks like the chef has entered in
Master with the pot
Make Chairman Kaga prouda him

Grease poppin non stop
But see I never burn the ends
Told em sit tight in ya spot
I'll have the work done in a min.






Flipped the skillet like a wok
Did that shit without looking damn
I can sense it's good or not
Aint cookin by the book (ahem)
.
U see that ism never rot
Spliff got them ladies booked again
Shit they talkin need stop
Might have ta get you shook again

Margaritas.. 
on the rocks 
lil salt up on the rim
Poured a 
couple shots
I'd say i fancy me some hen 

Tomatillas 
Freshly chopped 
Drippin salsa on her chip
Dis datt
Cream of the crop
Taste juslike how it smell again




See the youngins gettin bold
Tryna rob the place
Makin fights again 
Shrug my shoulder
Turn back to plate
And take a bite again 

Naw they dont fuck
With the chef
Or shit ain't tastin right again
Finished up my plate
N i left 
They finna see me fly again 

Dodging bullets bitch im Blessed
Gone bring that silver lining in
I live the fullest life attestin 
all that bullshit that chu in

Sumn like anonymous the grin
She dont know why she fuck wit him
Put some diamonds on her chin
Look like she super soaked again 

The color change on the whip
 like a octopi straight from Japan 

Hella spice up on bih
Might sprinkle ice up on dem yams

she on dat Coi leray tip
Slim thick goddess yea

She prosecute a playa pockets
She just want me rich man

Spacemanspliff be making options
Gotcha eatin good again

See the way a playa chopping
Watch dat reach Might lose ya hand

Mane I done came up from dish washing days
Spliff a polished man 

Now my shawty look like Cherokee when she walking
Butterworth bottle damn
Whippin
Had to make the skillet rock again

They catch the scent of what mixing
Make the women slob for him

She ate a pinch of what im dishin
Now she angel eyes again 

Salsa Verde on the chicken 
Cilantro rice steamed off the fin

I keep dat  bitch on solid ice
That pssy fresh up out the pan

Barley think a minute 
never think again

Confident wit my decisions
Bit them flavors hittin (damn)

You see mind my fuckin business
Coolin in the kitchen man


Whippin
Had to make the skillet rock again

They hear the grill n how it sizzling 
Make the people rock again

She ate a pinch of what im dishin
Now she angel eyes again 

Holy makrel mane im flippin
Jollof the rice up in my hand

They never targeting the cheif
Or it aint tasting right again

Bitch i Barley think a minute 
never have to  think again

Confident wit my decisions
Bet them flavors hittin (damn)

You see i chop my fuckin lemons
mix it til it right again
Coolin in the kitchen man



I hope I get what I deserve 
I put in blood i put in work 
I hope i get what I deserve 
I work my mind til it hurt

Im tryna get up in dat skirt 
I work it out til it squirt 




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