Eddy Baker & Celes Karter In the Kitchen with No Jumper Lyrics

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Selected song name: Eddy Baker & Celes Karter In the Kitchen with No Jumper
Singer Name: Eddy Baker
Lyrics written by: Eddy Baker

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You see that
That's a staple of the OnSomeSh*t brand
You that n***a, hahahahahaha
We off the dome, freestyle
Yeah


Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I got Baker in the back rolling up
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Woah, let that sh*t ride
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Healthy Boyz Cartel
Free
Yeah, rock
Uh


I just hit for around eleven-teen bricks
Hoe, I can't wait, I gotta go get it
Get away car, skr, that's a Honda Civic
Uh, I don't got no heart for a hoe a** n***a
I don't got a dime for a broke b*t*h
Hoe this game ain't free and you know this
I don't got no love for the weak, yeah
I don't got no love for police, yeah
I'm outta town, every week, and over sleeping
Binge drinking, I don't want your hoe
Cause she be Soundcloud eating
I just popped a geeker
Can't f**k your b*t*h, she a tweaker
You n***as is some leakers
I'm on No Jumper
I'm not Lil Pump-er
Put the gauge in your mouth, I'mma squeeze
Guaranteed, n***as drop to their knees
B*t*h please, Celes please
Please don't squeeze
When I pull up, all these n***as on freeze, uh
When I pull up, all your b*t*hes on me, uh
If they on the team, even want Jeffery
I do not know, uh, why they blow my phone up
Yup, b*t*h, hold up
Got my neck froze up
Yuh

They know how I'm coming
Healthy Boyz 2017
All off the head
They know what it is
Yeah, yeah
Baker come rock this sh*t out


Alright, b*t*h
Alright


B*t*h I just roll
Hang out with my bros
I'm f**king these hoes
I'm killing my foes
I'm dodging the po
My n***a got gold
Around his neck
Young n***a getting the check
Money, power, and respect
B*t*h, I pull up with the TEC
Pu**y n***a get wet
Young n***a get the checks
Young n***a get the cash
Got the drugs in the dash
B*t*h you know that I'm rolling
Drugs on me, I'm holding
Pa**enger Kelly Rowland
Fat a**, big a** t**ties
Know we stay, with the Whitney
Young n***a, yeah, I spit silly
And you know, give her wet willies
Up in her ear
Hot like a lear
I have no fear
B*t*h
I'm drunk off a beer
Drugs everywhere
I'm up in the trap
I trap and I rap
The real is back
B*t*h, don't get, hit with the gat
Pu**y a** n***a
You is a rat
And that is a fact
Put a pu**y a** n***a up in the box like Jack
If I can't stash the drugs in my nuts, then I stash it in my hat
Young n***a got a bunch of drugs up in the backpack
I'm rocking designer
This sh*t ain't from China
This sh*t is from Italy
Bottle b*t*hes, they be digging me
Ay, ay
G like Biggie be
G like Biggie Smalls
Boss n***a not tall
Yeah, I want it all