Live From The Kitchen Lyrics - Singles - Yo Gotti

"Live From The Kitchen" 

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Yeah 

Ay, ay we finally here nigga, 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 bitch got four doors, 

I got four hoes on my screwed up click shit 

Got me tippin on four fours 

Yeah them knocks ran in my spot 

Them bitches kicked down both doors 

Confiscated both my choppers an took pitures of both stoves 

Gang tags been on my ass, 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, shit get for real 

Niggas start playin, I dont need a hundred niggas 

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 shit by the bells 

An bitch I'm live from the basement 

Got that purp in I can taste it 

My time don't you waste it 

Niggas 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 

Bitch I'm live from the jeweler, 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 niggas, she say I amuse her 

Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen 

Fuckin bitches 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 anal 

Thats a old word, I got old birds 

I got old breads an these bitches small heads 

I don't trust niggas, I say they all feds (they is) 

We at war wit niggas, 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 nigga, we got our money right 

Plus you got tha green light killa 

At tha kitchen table playin dominoes 

With some munich niggas, an some shiizty hoes, bitch 

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 bitch I just want some mouth 

Gimme some head right here on tha couch 

I'm goin north bitch you goin south 

I'm Y-O-G-O-T-T-I-. bitch 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) 

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