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kitchen - dj spinking lyrics

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[intro]
p. stacks
dj spinking baby, oh!

[hook: don q]
back in the kitchen i’m whipping that shit that they asked for
i hop in the foreign i’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, i’m ducking the task force
i run through my p-ssports, i’m punching the last 4
back in the kitchen i’m whipping that shit that they asked for
i hop in the foreign i’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, i’m ducking the task force
i run through my p-ssports, i’m punching the last 4

[verse 1: don q]
spend some bands down in soho
i dropped a dime on a coat though
just to go style on my old ho
and i show my faces where they don’t go
them niggas gon’ panic i’m whipping the phantom
that shit ’bout as big as a boat though
she calling me handsome
i think it’s the way that the piece dancing and the rope glow
we got the city put the house on it
louis belt with the pouch on it
the bully i might just but they don’t know
they wanna know the amount tho
i told her lay on her stomach and i’ll throw them racks on your back just to count on it
i bought my momma a bag and it come out of louis so i spent a pound on it
i got a cup full of red and i’m stuck off the meds
and i’m driving i’m highed up
i can not fuck with no feds yea they come for my head
and i’m ducking the line up
you never know where you’ll wind up
i pray they ain’t snatching my guys up
i’m drinking codeine out of wine cups
pour a nine up till my eyes shut

[hook: don q]
back in the kitchen i’m whipping that shit that they asked for
i hop in the foreign i’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, i’m ducking the task force
i run through my p-ssports, i’m punching the last 4
back in the kitchen i’m whipping that shit that they asked for
i hop in the foreign i’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, i’m ducking the task force
i run through my p-ssports, i’m punching the last 4

[verse 2: jim jones]
foreign cars when we uptown
private jets when we touch down
bentley’s out bring the truck around
got the bag don’t fuck around
flood it up or i bust it down
what the fuck is up when i touch the town
pack toast like it’s bucktown
they shooting there better duck down
fucker, it’s jim jones
got ten phones
i spent half the day (and what?)
i got ten gone
house on the water, nigga might swim home
hopping out the wraith, with my timbs on

[hook: don q]
back in the kitchen i’m whipping that shit that they asked for
i hop in the foreign i’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, i’m ducking the task force
i run through my p-ssports, i’m punching the last 4
back in the kitchen i’m whipping that shit that they asked for
i hop in the foreign i’m whipping that shit like a crash course
200 the dashboard, i’m ducking the task force
i run through my p-ssports, i’m punching the last 4

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