Stitches - Bitch Im Cookin (Remix) lyrics
rate meFt. 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)