Songtexte Cookin' - Black Cat

(I bring the fire up into the kitchen)
(I know they hate on me)
(Them lil mo-fucker's trippin')

(Black Cat on the beat, bitch)

I got a patty, it's frozen
Somebody come at me
Bitch they better get up and grill it
Flippin' them burgers and shit
For a dollar an hour
I made that shit up in a second
I don't want no beef with nobody
But if it come to that
Bitches know that I be cookin'
The patty, the flippin'
The cookin' the grillin'
You squarin' your pants
And that's just how it done been lookin'

I bring fire up into the kitchen
I know they hate on me
Them lil mo-fuckers trippin'
I done been out for a minute
But I think it's time that I go out and do sumn different
I get the cash like the crab
I got a driver, I don't take no cabs
Under my skin like a scab
Showin' no love to these mo-fuckin'
R- (bitch!)

I wasn't talkin' to you, prick
I was talkin' to a-
Half of these people can't body me
Let alone copy me
Startle me, makin' it quick
I might be half they size
But lyrically standing, I'm 6'5
They dreamin' of bein' me, fantasise
Them bitches is fiends, look in they eyes

I can't be fuckin' with soft mo-fuckers
I ain't tryna be a snowflake
I'm tryna stay fuckin' humble
In a world, that just be full snakes
I just been tryna get to the cash
Get some water on me like a floodin' like
I can see through thoughts, bitch
I know who real and mo-fuckin' fake

I got a patty, it's frozen
Somebody come at me
Bitch they better get up and grill it
Flippin' them burgers and shit
For a dollar an hour
I made that shit up in a second
I don't want no beef with nobody
But if it come to that
Bitches know that I be cookin'
The patty, the flippin'
The cookin' the grillin'
You squarin' your pants
And that's just how it done been lookin'

I bring fire up into the kitchen
I know they hate on me
Them lil mo-fuckers trippin'
I done been out for a minute
But I think it's time that I go out and do sumn different
I get the cash like the crab
I got a driver, I don't take no cabs
Under my skin like a scab
Showin' no love to these mo-fuckin'
R- (bitch!)

I don't think anyone hearin' me
Loudest up in the room, everybody fuckin' deaf
I done been cookin' so good everyday
That them mo-fucker's started to call me a chef
I done seen people who gettin' offended by my music
Comments I gotta address
Long as I'm stackin' up bread
Then I don't give a fuck, nah
I couldn't care less

There ain't gon' be no one like me
I got the cash, and it's sweet like a lychee
Drive in a 40, but we goin' light speed
I just be wonderin' why they all started to like me
Cos I'm speakin' my mind
They goin' crazy when they hear my rhymes
Fuck it, I'm steppin' up, usin' my voice
Spatula, flippin' these bars like a coin, fuck

I got a patty, it's frozen
Somebody come at me
Bitch they better get up and grill it
Flippin' them burgers and shit
For a dollar an hour
I made that shit up in a second
I don't want no beef with nobody
But if it come to that
Bitches know that I be cookin'
The patty, the flippin'
The cookin' the grillin'
You squarin' your pants
And that's just how it done been lookin'

I bring fire up into the kitchen
I know they hate on me
Them lil mo-fuckers trippin'
I done been out for a minute
But I think it's time that I go out and do sumn different
I get the cash like the crab
I got a driver, I don't take no cabs
Under my skin like a scab
Showin' no love to these mo-fuckin'
R-