Kid's Cuisine

[Chorus: Naijablack]

I got the drip to my feet
I feel the drink in my spleen
Cuisine
I just might go off the bean
She think I'm mean
Fuck do you mean

Hoes so mad, they in my sheets
Bitch gotta look at the sheets
Supreme
Naijablack Spicy some beans
But we the team
Got quick cuisine

Hop out the Camry four door
She want some chicken I'm cookin' some more
Cream and cheese drippin' we said this before

Oh, oh, oh
Get on the floor

I need some soda she go to the store
Pepsi and Cola, I told her get both
Kid Cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl

Oh, oh
Get on the floor

[Verse 1: Naijablack]

I wrote this, I wrote this, I wrote this, I wrote this
See me comin' yucky, pull up in the Ford Focus
I got some shitty it's new drip, lookin' homeless
Lickety dick, she do splits on mitosis
Spicy gon' top me on my dick, yea he know this
Shawty she silly got no fits, yea she clothless
Wanna fuck she hopeless
Spicy drinkin' goat piss
Give her Christmas bonus
I don't think she noticed

Who i? Who you?
You stink, poopoo
New girl, new boobs
She dance, tutu
Bitch this, voodoo
Javer, Oovoo
Come to the shop make a bop its a new groove

Fuckin', do you
Rache, beef stew
Dick hurt, cashew
(Achoo!), bless you
Big nut, fondue
Watch me, cut through
I'm whippin' up some Nigerian voodoo

Pussy tight cuz I like it when it stretch man
Niggas dogs shit a log playing fetch man

I made this shitty a good night I'm the right man
Dickin' and fucking the bitch bite outta sight man
Come in for come ups with new heights and without fans
Trippin and leaning it ain't sprite it's a light can

Running and screaming fight or flight she can't ride man
She lookin funny not quite right I don't like man

Gave her dicky dicky sharp like a knife
I don't wife, I just pipe, mommy need me one night bitch

Sicko Mode, 'cause we out like a light bitch
Got her drip, lookin' sick, water-type-bitch

Breakin' and wreckin' her inner vagene
My dick in her spleen
So it would seem
I gotta be
I'm heatin' up choppin on Kid Cuisine

[Chorus: Naijablack]

I got the drip to my feet
I feel the drink in my spleen
Cuisine
I just might go off the bean
She think I'm mean
Fuck do you mean

Hoes so mad, they in my sheets
Bitch gotta look at the sheets
Supreme
Naijablack Spicy some beans
But we the team
Got quick cuisine

Hop out the Camry four door
She want some chicken I'm cookin' some more
Cream and cheese drippin' we said this before

Oh, oh, oh
Get on the floor

I need some soda she go to the store
Pepsi and Cola, I told her get both
Kid Cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl

Oh, oh
Get on the floor

[Verse 2: Yung Spicy]

Five finger slip up her dick
I just divided a bitch
Ridin' a whip or the stick
Killers we dead on the beat
Seven divided by three

Logic the mass homicide
And your dad and your mom
And I'm thinkin' of killin' the beast
Fuck on your bitch with the yeast
Dominoe's pizza the cheapest
My hittas the leanest, I'm back

I just step back
Three-pointer wet I be washin' these nets
I have Tourette's
I'm one, the illest that raps
All of my stickers be sticky
My dicky be lifted
I work in the kitchen
But I'm goin' fishin'
My homies is with me
This shit is a secret
Just try not to keep it
My sticky be on me
Like i'm Abercrombie
These bitches be hungry
But they all be zombies

Snappin' these hoes to the magnum
[?], be hittin' like random
Patek be hurtin, my Louie is Brandon, um

Bitch use an ice pack
Hittas be mad that
My shawty be with it
My boots'll be clickin'
My cowboy hat on me
And no one can stop me
I'm writin' off names

No one'll live, racks and rack dishes
'cause I'm always eatin I'm hung
Hung like a horse, (*neigh*)
Fuck on your daughter and this ain't washin'
And foremost I'm whippin' the Porsche
Understand morse, want a divorce?
The critics is hungry they lookin' like bunnies
Hoppity-hop to the spot, she bop on my top

Uh
Ice on my uh, uh (ice on it)
Ice on my--

She could go in it with a sixteen uh
I would listen but i can't hear uh
I would stop if you could catch me
I be eatin' all these black beans
I'm with the strap on the 245
Travis be Oh My Oh Dis Side

I'm baking with bitches
These breads have been heated
Just come out on Friday
Then one day you'll eat it

I fuck on your, bitch
She suckin' on my, dick
I--
I ain't no snitch

[Chorus: Naijablack]

I got the drip to my feet
I feel the drink in my spleen
Cuisine
I just might go off the bean
She think I'm mean
Fuck do you mean

Hoes so mad, they in my sheets
Bitch gotta look at the sheets
Supreme
Naijablack Spicy some beans
But we the team
Got quick cuisine

Hop out the Camry four door
She want some chicken I'm cookin' some more
Cream and cheese drippin' we said this before

Oh, oh, oh
Get on the floor

I need some soda she go to the store
Pepsi and Cola, I told her get both
Kid Cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl

Oh, oh
Get on the floor