Get the fuck up out my kitchen Don't worry bout what I'm up in here fixin' I'll call yo ass in a minute Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished (Nigga it ain't ready yet) It ain't mixed yet. All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet
[VERSE I]
Now, I'm tide of you nigglets Asking me where's the new music You'll get it when I release it And mixing, issaWhole process
Ma'am, Sir get out of my face You'll be a happy camper when this shit drop Bugging me will only prolong the results Man, these niggas full of shit they need a smooth move Take yo constipated ass over to Whole Foods You couldn't fuck with me without the use of autotune And yo girl huggin' up on me like “Rand you smell good” I know that you been waiting, Overflowing with impatience, but I wouldn't never letcho ass starve (wait) Just give it a few moments cause the shit still in the oven, it'll be worth it when it gets done (ding)
Get the fuck up out my kitchen Don't worry bout what I'm up in here fixin' I'll call yo ass in a minute Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished (Nigga it ain't ready yet) It ain't mixed yet. All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet
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