Yo Gotti - Live From The Kitchen lyrics

Yeah Ay,ay we finally here n***a, you know what I'm sayin Live from the kitchen I wanna introduce ya'll to my band One them name mr. pirex, mr. pot, mr. baking soda, Know wha I mean, ha It go live from the kitchen Li-li-live from the kitchen, its me an my bands Live from the kitchen, its me an my bands Baking soda, test tube, pot, and the pan Live from the kitchen, well over do Ten mixtapes state I got a porsche sedan coupe, Yeah that b**h got four doors, I got four hoes on my screwed up click sh** Got me tippin on four fours Yeah them knocks ran in my spot Them b**hes kicked down both doors Confiscated both my choppers an took pitures of both stoves Gang tags been on my a**, yeah they raided both my shows Say I'm wearin too much white, I told em I represent dat blow From the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen It just me an my bands, sh** get for real n***as start playin, I dont need a hundred n***as It just me an my man bap Two deep in that rega, red beam on that eagle You can die about it, but you fight bout it Niga ye ain't goin witt me neither Live from the kitchen it just a statement Got that kush sh** by the bells An b**h I'm live from the basement Got that purp in I can taste it My time don't you waste it n***as think they can start some beef An then come back an erase it I got benjamin on my faces, I got lawyers fightin my cases You know me vs war bugs bunnys in my braclet b**h I'm live from the j**eler, I am, just bought a rolla An pin .. is you a dealer or a user Wrist abuser, baby momma had it great She like street n***as, she say I amuse her Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen f**in b**hes on tha dishes, Bent her over on tha counter, Right in front the money counter, (chee) Kept her layin angainst tha fridgerator Incase I get some an*l Thats a old word, I got old birds I got old breads an these b**hes small heads I don't trust n***as, I say they all feds (they is) We at war wit n***as, an I want em all dead! Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen It just me an my bands, pots, pans, pots an pans Li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my band When the beat break down let tha money machine roll I been on tha road doin nothin but cash shows It juss, li-i, it just me an my bands Live from tha kitchen, it just me an my man-zilla What it do young n***a, we got our money right Plus you got tha green light k**a At tha kitchen table playin dominoes With some munich n***as, an some shiizty hoes, b**h They smoke hella blunts, they play wit they nose They get super high, then they take off they clothes These hoes gun freaky I make em touch they toes Ask'd her where she want it at, an she say both holes Nah b**h I just want some mouth Gimme some head right here on tha couch I'm goin north b**h you goin south I'm Y-O-G-O-T-T-I-. b**h you know what I'm bout Gotti! from tha kitchen, Li-li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my bands I am, me an my bands, I am, me an my bands, I am Live from the kitchen it just me an my bands, I am ...beep, its all there... beep, (li-li-live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen me an my bands, me an my bands)