Stitches - Bitch Im Cookin (Remix) lyrics

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Ft. Fat Trel

(Hook)

Bitch, ya know I'm cooking

Bitch, ya know I'm whipping

I'm whipping, whipping, whipping

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he betta pay me

Bitch, ya know I'm cooking

Bitch, ya know I'm whipping

I'm whipping, whipping, whipping

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he betta pay me

(Verse: Stitches)

Yo boyfriend's a joke, yo boyfriend is broke

Come fuck wit Stitches, I got kilos on my boat

She saying, 'Stitches, I luv ya'

I think my diamonds make her crazy

First day she met me, say she want to have my baby

I'm smoking weed, I'm sipping lean

Pull up in a Maserati up to the scene

TMZ taking pictures, while I'm rolling these swishas

Getting head while I'm driving, and best believe I still kiss her

She say, 'Stiches ya too freaky fo' me'

To tell ya the truth, I'm starting to think that bitch is an informant

She's asking way too many questions

I'mma Chris Brown that ho, teach her a lesson

Slap that bitch 2 times and tell that bitch to get to stepping

I'mma always be rich, they call me, 'Mister Steal Yo Bitch'

Now that boy say he got a pro'lem, I got a AK-47, I'mma solve it

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(Verse 2: Fat Trel)

I lit the shit, man, it's finished, soon as I get the shit

My bruvas dealin' and killin', can neva pimp a bitch

I like to sit and just watch, look how the potter move

Know when the robbery comin', cause I can spot a move

My stripper bitch, she with the shit, her pussy kinda cool

I bust a pack and leave the trap to eat vagina fool

My migo bitch can stuff a clip, you think I'm bullshittin'

I got the fans, got the Marshalls in the bullpen

I hit with Stitches, if he with it, he can come and get it

A killa turned into a witness, kill 'im, 150

Was with this shit befo' you pussy niggas fuckin' wid it

And lace the block up with the whitest like 'who fuckin' wid it?'

Gang!

(Hook)