Bitch in Kitchen

My bitch in the kitchen
With gluten free chicken
And its finger licking
And all of ya wishin
Your bitches
Were swishing
This liquor we licking
You wish you were kicking
Our crew is straight
Clique in
You can't get a rip of this zip
You gonna trip
With no membership
Not one hit on your lip

You can't just walk in
Cause that's not how it goes
We don't fuck with the hoes less they
Come with the boys
We just deal with those
Cause we already knows
And we see through their clothes
And that's just how it goes
My bitches are pros
We get paid
To compose
and we speak in prose
And we betta than yours

Its gluten free
And she made it for me
My angel disguised
In her sweatpants you see
The crepes getting dank
And the term circle stank and
With our vibes in the bank
And the frenchie in ranks
The blunts are efficient
The terp circle in it to win it
In touch with he infinite wisdom in kindness
Just call us your highness
Wish you could try this
Humboldt County's finest



Credits
Writer(s): Megan Elizabeth Flaming, Gabriel Maury Gerber
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