Dave East - Stove Top lyrics

(Intro) Lets feed my ni**a man Lets feed my ni**a man Lets feed my ni**a man Man f**k you ni**a, get away from us ni**a Man f**k you ni**a, get away from us ni**a Man f**k you ni**a, get away from us ni**a I said f**k you ni**a I said f**k you ni**a I said f**k you ni**a (Verse 1) I was in the trap all night All day tryna get my money back fore the sun drop I’m paranoid so my gun c**ked Bout to run my city but I started out on one block Flex’ll drop a bomb to this s**t, we be in the projects every other day boy I do the mansion with the bunnies, I’m a playboy Don’t even ask me what I make boy I got my mask on in the kitchen Caught a cramp in my wrist from the whipping He acting nervous around the game, bet he snitching If he don’t end up in the dirty with the fishes Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Streets got my heart cold like an old house Skydweller Rollie with a gold mouth Couple bottles of that gold s**t A bunch of felons who I roll with Spent they whole life tryna get a whole brick I got a cousin doing life, he never told s**t In a minute boy, your life could change so quick Nas told me in the dresser where the Tec go Same energy as Pac when he got with d**h Row Let’s go (Chorus) Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Say my name, I bring the hoes out I put 20,000 in an old couch Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Say my name, I bring the hoes out I put 20,000 in an old couch Ni**as only hate you when they broke Show me how much money you can make Rob a bank before the day I go broke Let’s see how much money we could take (Verse 2) We’ve been trapping for a long time Throw a ladder on the chrome nine How they k**ers but they online? Spot jumpers switch the phone line All them ni**as got they own grind, I want the money Hard to breathe when the yola cooking in the spot Forgot I had a warrant from the bookers to the block Came up from the bottom, I done took it to the top Now I do the Rollie, got em looking at my watch Trap help me with the lawyer money, I was burnt out Knew a good girl, hit the dutch, she was turnt out That new wave, I’m like Max with his perm out 15 I played the lookout, I can earn now I know a couple fiends that I gave credit All I want is straight cash, I don’t take debit Rest in peace to Bush, that’s the old head I told him I’d rather be dead than have no bread (Repeat Chorus) (Outro) Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet