Yo Gotti - Live From The Kitchen lyrics

Yeah
Ay, ay we finally here nigga, you know what I'm sayin
Live from the kitchen
I wanna introduce ya'll to my band
One of them name Mr. pirex, Mr. pot, Mr. bacon soda
Know wha I mean, ha

It go live from the kitchen
Li-li-live from the kitchen, its me an my bands
Live from the kitchen, its me an my bands
Bacon soda, test tube, pot, and the pan

Live from the kitchen, well overdue
Ten mixtapes later I got a porsche sedan coupe
Yeah that bitch got four doors
I got four hoes on my screwed up click shit
Got me tippin on four fours

Yeah them narcs ran in my spot
Them bitches kicked down both doors
Confiscated both my choppers an took pictures of both stoves
Gang tags been on my ass, yeah they raided both my shows
Say I'm wearin too much white, I told em I represent dat blow

From the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen
It just me an my bands, shit get for real
Niggas start playin, I dont need a hundred niggas
It just me an my man bap
Two deep in that rega, red beam on that eagle
You can die about it, but you fight bout it
Nigga ye ain't goin witt me neither
Live from the kitchen it just a statement
Got that kush shit by the bells
And bitch I'm live from the basement
Got that purp in I can taste it
My time don't you waste it
Niggas think they can start some beef
An then come back an erase it
I got benjamin on my faces, I got lawyers fightin my cases
You know me vs war bugs bunnys in my braclet
Bitch I'm live from the jeweler, I am, just bought a Rollie, a HG, and a frank muller
Is you a dealer or a user?
Wrist abuser, baby momma head great
She like street niggas, she say I amuse her

Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen
Fuckin bitches on tha dishes
Bent her over on tha counter
Right in front the money counter, (chee)
Chopper layin angainst tha fridgerator
In case I get some anal

Thats a old word, I got old birds
I got old breads hunnas with tha small heads
I don't trust niggas, I say they all feds (they is)
We at war wit niggas, an I want em all dead!

Live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen
It just me an my bands, pots, pans, pots an pans
Li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my band

When the beat break down let tha money machine roll
I been on tha road doin nothin but cash shows
It juss, li-i, it just me an my bands
Live from tha kitchen, it just me an my man-zilla

What it do young nigga, we got our money right
Plus you got tha green light killa
At tha kitchen table playin dominoes
With some munich niggas, an some shiizty hoes, bitch

They smoke hella blunts, they play wit they nose
They get super high, then they take off they clothes
These hoes gun freaky I make em touch they toes
Ask'd her where she want it at, an she say both holes

Nah bitch I just want some mouth
Gimme some head right here on tha couch
I'm goin north bitch you goin south
I'm Y-O-G-O-T-T-I-. bitch you know what I'm bout
Gotti!

From tha kitchen
Li-li-live from the kitchen, it just me an my bands
I am, me an my bands, I am, me an my bands, I am
Live from the kitchen it just me an my bands, I am

...beep, its all there... beep
(Li-li-live from the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen me an my bands, me an my bands)