Key!, The Cool Kids, Nikki Sweets - Hibachi lyrics
[Key!, The Cool Kids, Nikki Sweets - Hibachi lyrics]
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
Okay, [?]
Baby I'm a killer, you got [?]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
Stop drop and rollin'
Got it rockin' off the gold ice
Hockey on the foreign
Had to check 'em to the wall, aye
That's the rule we talkin' business
What's the cost
You can get 'em on the call
If they know that I'm involved
Back on, like a trap phone, like the clap on
Aye, baby girl that is not yours
I was makin' iceberg work with the Rockports
Dipped in gold like I sold
Half a million albums
And I'm icy like [?]
The way I get dressed
You would've thought this was a real sport
Run it up a little more
It ain't enough paper
Gotta double that offer
I don't think that I can make it
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
Yea
Uh
You in that A Class
Baby mama Benz, bottom of the barrel
Tell a nigga what you wanna spend
I can set a price
Take a whole section of the pie
You can get a slice
Global warming ain't real
Then why they got the better ice
Let's go, used to think rich was an Audemars
Balenciagas, a garage with a lot of cars
'Til I met a nigga named
Hanz with a bodyguard
Nigga great granddad designed on the Autobahn
That's in Germany
I'm a rich nigga permanently
Aye crazy girls that I run in a key
He throw a band and I'm throwin' it too
Tap my little bitch
Ask her what we goin' to do
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
Okay, [?]
Baby I'm a killer, you got [?]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
Stop drop and rollin'
Got it rockin' off the gold ice
Hockey on the foreign
Had to check 'em to the wall, aye
That's the rule we talkin' business
What's the cost
You can get 'em on the call
If they know that I'm involved
Back on, like a trap phone, like the clap on
Aye, baby girl that is not yours
I was makin' iceberg work with the Rockports
Dipped in gold like I sold
Half a million albums
And I'm icy like [?]
The way I get dressed
You would've thought this was a real sport
Run it up a little more
It ain't enough paper
Gotta double that offer
I don't think that I can make it
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
Yea
Uh
You in that A Class
Baby mama Benz, bottom of the barrel
Tell a nigga what you wanna spend
I can set a price
Take a whole section of the pie
You can get a slice
Global warming ain't real
Then why they got the better ice
Let's go, used to think rich was an Audemars
Balenciagas, a garage with a lot of cars
'Til I met a nigga named
Hanz with a bodyguard
Nigga great granddad designed on the Autobahn
That's in Germany
I'm a rich nigga permanently
Aye crazy girls that I run in a key
He throw a band and I'm throwin' it too
Tap my little bitch
Ask her what we goin' to do
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga