Up In My Cocina Lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

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Ice everything, I need a figure skater 

Eating five star meals, tipping waiters 

PJ, skip commercial flights, that's no delaying 

I had too many guests, my neighbours start complaining 

Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I'm chinky 

Bitch so pink, broke hoes freak me 

B-Y-O-B came back, washed in my dreams 

Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink 

Bad bitches R.S.V.P 

Yes I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times) 

Mamma mia, I didn't even see her 

New six-seater, would not wanna be ya 

When I land in the sand, where's my greeter? 

Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina 

Grab up hands, switch hands, don't just linger 

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer 

Eating clams, rolling grams 

The con man has other plans 

Helipad, dizzy by the time I land 

Helipad, I'm so done with first class 

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With a bag and a baddie like Selena 

Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla 

Through the path, to the stash where I post 

I go via Sprinter or limousine-a 

Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya 

So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria 

It's all good cause I'm smoking Aloe Vera 

Next Top Model give me brain like neutrogena 

Don't just tear up 

Won't scream Ike and Tina 

New Pagani and that big line greener 

Through a smoke screen, they don't even see us 

Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze up 

When we got up out that slump, the grass was greener 

Girls cheerleading, when they score, they try to cheat us 

Wife-beaters and I'm sippin' Titos 

Can't you tell? That shit was my niño 

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New Moschino (check), I'll take that on DeeBo (gimme that) 

Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm CeeLo (yes!) 

Pardon my ego, they won't jack my SteeLo (no way!) 

Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let's do it) 

Say she fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Lo 

Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I'm in beast mode (beast mode) 

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah) 

R.I.P them but bet, we still counting badges (faster) 

Diamond rings on my finger, I'm a bachelor (I'ma bachelor) 

College dropout, got the money, that's my masters (fuck it) 

Mamma mia, tu eres bonita 

Nothing but divas, up in my cocina 

Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo) 

I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm) 

When I land in the sand, where's my greeter? 

Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina 

Grab up hands, switch hands, don't just linger 

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer 

Eating clams, rolling grams 

The conman has other plans 

Helipad, dizzy by the time I land 

Helipad, I'm so done with first class