Dj Khaled

Dj Khaled - Hell’s Kitchen lyrics

rate me

Cold world, cold world

DJ Khaled

Yeah back from the dead

Like Michael Jackson in red jackets

With naps in my head

Who's white or black

It's a rare package

Get smacked if you said

That I'm neck and neck

With these square rappers

My guest room's got platinum plaques

And an air mattress

No time for furniture shopping

Too busy burnin' you

Watching you learning you

Word to Pac I'm plottin to murder you

Should of thought and occurred to you

My next album flop

Then I'm gonna pop like Nelly

With tops dropped on convertible Porsches

Born sinner not burning no crosses

Might burn a couple bridges

I'm losing by double digits

I gotta do somethin

Fightin' depression

I'm trying my nigger

But every time I think about it

I'm cryin' my nigger

Cried myself to sleep

On thousand dollar sheets

I reek of the scent of a vendetta that's deep

I'm playing for keeps

But you ain't think I'd bounce back

They love to hear black nigger

Count stacks, count stacks

Forty thousand in my pocket, you see it?

Another twenty on the way, you see it?

I got a fist full of dollars, you see it?

Five hundred for the Js you see it?

I get money out the ass, you see it?

I thought I'd never see the day, you see it?

They put a price on my head, you see it?

But they don't ever have to pay, you see it?

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

Cause heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say

On that day

But for now I'm cooking up

In hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen

Nigger fuck you and your fake well wishing

Now get out of hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen

Tell my story I'm just hopin they'll listen

Cooking up in hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen

Nigger fuck you and your fake well wishing

I get out of hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen one day

Omission's usually

An admission to guilt

Hari Kari yourself

All the way to the hilt

You get nothin no love

Zip zero zilch

We don't mention you lames

Man i’ll be pleadin' the fifth

There's a Judas in every crew

Concealed in a kiss

Kiss of death let's put the rest

All to tedious bits

Fucks sake you niggers

Emanate a feminine traits

Bitch nigger when could never relate

No cause man you

Niggers is birds

You learn that at bird school or somethin

You eaten that bird food or somethin

You sick with that bird flu or somethin

That's my word

Cause everywhere I turn

When folks I known for years

That couldn't pronounce my name

And asking me for pics

There's something bout this game

It's somethin for the bitches

It's somethin for the bitches

Forty thousand in my pocket, you see it?

Another twenty on the way, you see it?

I got a fist full of dollars, you see it?

Five hundred for the Js you see it?

I get money out the ass, you see it?

I thought I'd never see the day, you see it?

They put a price on my head, you see it?

But they don't ever have to pay, you see it?

I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed

Cause heaven seems a million miles away

I dreamed of all the things that I would say

On that day

But for now I'm cooking up

In hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen

Nigger fuck you and your fake well wishing

Now get out of hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen

Tell my story I'm just hopin they'll listen

Cooking up in hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen

Nigger fuck you and your fake well wishing

I get out of hell’s kitchen, hell’s kitchen one day

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