Chefin'

Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician

Fettacini in the kitchen I been cooking all day
Like houdini a magician disappear the raw cane
I don't need no fucking stove cooking in the hallway
Niggas tryna follow me but they went the wrong way
Niggas tryna follow me but they went the wrong way
Yeah my shooters they got choppers and you know they all spray
B LAV a savage he don't care if its the night or broad day
He gone catch you on the ave if you snatch the wrong chain
Send the plug way back if he brought the wrong thang
Niggas set trippin I see you hanging with the wrong gang
Niggas funny they'll be set tripping soon as the song change
Nah I ain't sniper gang but hit em with the long range
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician
Chefin Chefin Chefin
In the kitchen kitchen kitchen
Cooking working washing dishes
Disappear like a magician

But naked in my damn kitchen
I'm fuckin on these hoes and I'm fucking a lot of bitches
You already know that I came with the 50
I know lil b the based god fuck with me
I got lotta bitches in the motherfucking back
They mixing that flower and it look like packs
Yeah I know lil b the based god
That's my friend he look like A Rod
Yea that's the based god

Cooking cooking working
Cooking spicy with that pepper
Cook the work and then I left her
I aint tryna catch that pressure
Cooking cooking working
Cooking spicy with that pepper
Cook the work and then I left her
I aint tryna catch that pressure



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Assie
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