Kevin Gates - b**h I'm Cooking (Remix) lyrics

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Kevin Gates - b**h I'm Cooking (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Stitches] b**h, you know I'm cookin' b**h, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the n***a, twenty bricks, he better pay me b**h, you know I'm cookin' b**h, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the n***a, twenty bricks, he better pay me [Verse 1: Stitches] Your boyfriend's a joke, your boyfriend is broke Come f** with Stitches, I got kilos on my boat She sayin', "Stitches, I love you" I think my diamonds make her crazy First day she met me, say she wanna have my baby I'm smokin' weed, I'm sippin' lean Pull up in a Maserati up to the scene TMZ takin' pictures, while I'm rollin' these swishers Gettin' head while I'm drivin', and best belive I still kiss her She say, "Stiches you too freaky for me" To tell you the truth, I'm startin' to think that b**h is an informant She's askin' way too many questions Imma Chris Brown that ho, teach her a lesson Slap that b**h two times and tell that b**h to get to steppin' Imma always be rich, they call me, "Mister Steal Yo b**h" Now that boy say he got a problem I got a AK-47, Imma solve it [Hook: Stitches] b**h, you know I'm cookin' b**h, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the n***a, twenty bricks, he better pay me b**h, you know I'm cookin' b**h, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the n***a, twenty bricks, he better pay me [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] I don't get tired, young n***a straight gettin' it Face card on the ceilin', Billboards on buildings Front page for k**ers, project we dealin' [?] told me I could have three but I still came back with it f**ed up, Goddamn, Gates, you a real, yeah, street n***a Disrespect me one time, man, then you know I got to beef with ya Broad day pullin' [?], you ain't walkin' 'round in the city Bodies poppin' up everywhere, leavin' chalk around in the city Catch me stadin' in kitchen, straight drop, no weapon Money commas at the money house, got the clique house still clickin' Bad b**h with a big booty, tattooed up, big titties Make shorty hit the booty club, I ain't wanna dance, I tip her Break down these strippers (Break down these strippers) [?] on the flip phone, gotta holla at the lieutenant Two soft, got one hard, I can front one, four chickens Back from Puerto Rico, movin' that perico [Hook: Stitches] b**h, you know I'm cookin' b**h, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the n***a, twenty bricks, he better pay me b**h, you know I'm cookin' b**h, you know I'm whippin' I'm whippin', whippin', whippin' Got bricks up in my kitchen They say my wrist game crazy Front the n***a, twenty bricks, he better pay me