Rae Sremmurd – Up In My Cocina lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Yeah, ice everything, I need a figure skater
Eating five-star meals, tipping waiters
PJ, skip commercial flights, that’s no delaying
I had too many guests, my neighbors start complaining
Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I’m chinky (chink)
Bitch so pink, broke hoes freak me
B.Y.O.B., can’t backwash in my drinks
Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink
Bad bitches R.S.V.P
Yes, I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times)
Mamma mia, I didn’t even see her
New six-seater, see ya, would not wanna be ya

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?
Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina
Grab up hands, switch hands, don’t just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The con man has other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I’m so done with first class

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
With a bag and a baddie like Selena
Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla
Through the path, to the stash where I post
I go via Sprinter or limousine-a
Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya
So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria
It’s all good ’cause I’m smoking aloe vera
Next Top Model give me brain like Neutrogena
Don’t just tear up, won’t scream Ike and Tina
New Pagani and that big line greener
Through a smoke screen, they don’t even see us
Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze up
When we got up out that slump, the grass was greener
Girls cheerleading, when we score, they try to cheat us
Wife-beaters and I’m sippin’ Titos
Can’t you tell, that she was my niño

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
New moschino (check), I’ll take that on DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I’ll hop out like I’m CeeLo (yes!)
Pardon my ego (hey), they won’t jack my SteeLo (ain’t no way!)
Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let’s do it)
Say she fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Lo (woah)
Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I’m in beast mode (beast mode, beast mode)
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah)
R.I.P them but bet, we still counting badges (faster)
Diamond rings on my finger, I’m a bachelor (I’m a bachelor)
College dropout, got the money, that’s my masters (fuck it, ayy)
Mamma mia (hey), tu eres bonita (woo, woo)
Nothing but divas (divas), up in my cocina (yeah, yeah)
Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo)
I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?
Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina
Grab up hands, switch hands, don’t just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The conman has other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I’m so done with first class

Chevy Woods – Gang Shit Only

[Verse 1]
Watch a nigga go beast mode
Marshawn Lynch shit I’m living by the G code
Never let a nigga change me
Landed out in San Fran told that bitch [?] me
Hit my nigga Berner with the wussup
They never understood us fuckin’ niggas throw my hood up
Riding in a stolen young niggas with they hood up
They ain’t get the whole bag I swear I wish they would’ve
Kevin Love with a key, off white tall white, boy I’m Dirk with the three
You ain’t allowed where I be
See them red and blue lights skrt-skrt on police

[Chorus]
I be doing hella shit
Lemme fuck you for the hell of it
Fuck that nigga he irrelevant
Shoot the fade we could settle it

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never give ’em no names
Ask my cousin had the plug with the cocaine
Doin’ 100 in a slow lane
Diamonds dancing like it’s Soul Train
Bitch it’s gang shit only, tell your baby daddy stop acting like he know me
20 shots like I’m Kobe
Panoramic roof on the Spur like Ginobli
Out the bag like Wizzle, talking all this gun shit and never shot a pistol
Boy don’t make your momma miss you
Fucking with them Taylors that’s a issue

[Chorus]
I be doing hella shit
Lemme fuck you for the hell of it
Fuck that nigga he irrelevant
Shoot the fade we could settle it

Common – Pyramids (Black America Again Album)

[Verse 1: Common]
A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It’s sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin’ though
This is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I’ve been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest raps
For me the globe is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I’m from the weather where they spray
There’s gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin’ like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I’m on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It’s hard to explain how these pyramids formed

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

[Verse 2: Common]
I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain’t nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual
Every rap’s a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you like Savion
But I’m a orator, the corduroy boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we wishing
I’ve been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on Incense rising from the dresser, child of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I’m on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids stand

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

Common – Pyramids (Black America Again Album) letras

[Verse 1: Common]
A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It’s sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin’ though
This is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I’ve been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest raps
For me the globe is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I’m from the weather where they spray
There’s gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin’ like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I’m on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It’s hard to explain how these pyramids formed

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

[Verse 2: Common]
I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain’t nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual
Every rap’s a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you like Savion
But I’m a orator, the corduroy boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we wishing
I’ve been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on Incense rising from the dresser, child of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Chesimard
Assata Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I’m on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids stand

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn

Common – Pyramids

[Verse 1: Common]
A nigga told me he only rhyme for 19-year-olds
Nigga, you should rhyme wherever the spirit goes
Here it goes, lyrical miracles
These are pyramids from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It’s sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
For ethereal heights, I write like Pritchard
Invisible man, pictured below with the hieroglyphicable
Prolifical flow, on the walls where the mystics of Kemet would go
Supreme wisdom in my system is the kick in the door
I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddlin’ though
This is a ritual for those depicted as low
Now I passed life like I’ve been here before
The reincarnation of It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold
Us Back, coldest raps
For me the globe is like a culdesac
Around the world in a day, find forever and I stay
I’m from the weather where they spray
There’s gotta be a better way, people dying everyday
Wonder what would heaven say? Devils need to get away
From Chevrolet to Escalade, from evergreen to the everglades
I kneel where the rebels pray
Seen fifty gray, but they need better shades
Niggas rhymin’ like their whole style in retrograde
The escapade I’m on is like when the sun, moon and stars was born
It’s hard to explain how these pyramids formed

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn
[Verse 2: Common]
I arrived on the planet, never took the Southside for granted
Smoke a little, keep a high standard
The Roots are my niggas so I gotta fly bandwith
Son of the sit-ins, you know who I stand with
Dude said I was a hero, I ain’t nothing but a sandwich
A gluten-free one at that, close my eyes see my raps
My bio is feedback from what we need rap
On some Marshawn Lynch, let me run it back
And come with that new black spiritual
Every rap’s a miracle, condition now critical
Game lack lyrical, we need black generals
Holy war, tap into you like Savion
But I’m a orator, the corduroy boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what we wishing
I’ve been commissioned to deprison the prism of your mind
Spit the wisdom of the one devine
Close encounter of the wonder kind, front a line
Shift the paradigm with a pair of rhymes
Style Bonnie Caylor, in the sweep with Caroline
Getting dressed up under pressure, Alabama shakes on Incense rising from the dresser, child of a fresher god
Influenced by the life of the former, Joanne Tesse Martin
Assata Shakur, I gotta do more
The light-skinned spook who got in the door
I gotta hit four, same thing Cassius Clay uses pottery for
I’m on a world tour with Muhammad the prophet, my man
And where we land the pyramids stand

[Hook: Ol’ Dirty Bastard (sample)]
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll be burning, burning hot
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MCs I’ll burn, I’ll burn, and I will burn, burn, burn