Letra de Hells Kitchen (feat. J Cole & Bas) - Dj Khaled
Letra de canci�n de Hells Kitchen (feat. J Cole & Bas) de Dj Khaled lyrics
J. Cole:
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who�s white or black, it�s a rare package
Get smacked if you said, I�m neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room�s got plantiunm plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shoppping, too bussy burnin� you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I�m plottin� to murder you
Should of thought and occured to you
My next album flop, then I�m goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I�m losing by double digits
I gotta do somethin�
Fightin� depression I�m trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I�m cryin� my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that�s deep
I�m playing for keeps, but you ain�t think I�d bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
Another twenty on the way you see it
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
Five hundred for the Js you see it
I get money out the ass you see it
I thought I�d never see the day you see it
They put a price on my head you see it
But they don�t ever have to pay you see it
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
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I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I�m cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I�m just hopin� they�ll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
Bas:
Yeah
Omission�s usually, an admission to guilt
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin�, no love
Zip, zero, zilch
We don�t mention you lames, man I be pleadin� the fifth
There�s a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let�s put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is birds
You learn that at bird school, or somethin�
You eaten that bird food, or somethin�
You sick with that bird flu, or somethin�
That�s my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn�t pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there�s something bout this game
It�s somethin� for the bitches, it�s somethin� for the bitches
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who�s white or black, it�s a rare package
Get smacked if you said, I�m neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room�s got plantiunm plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shoppping, too bussy burnin� you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I�m plottin� to murder you
Should of thought and occured to you
My next album flop, then I�m goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I�m losing by double digits
I gotta do somethin�
Fightin� depression I�m trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I�m cryin� my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that�s deep
I�m playing for keeps, but you ain�t think I�d bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
Another twenty on the way you see it
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
Five hundred for the Js you see it
I get money out the ass you see it
I thought I�d never see the day you see it
They put a price on my head you see it
But they don�t ever have to pay you see it
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/hells-kitchen--feat--j-cole-y-bas--dj-khaled.php
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I�m cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I�m just hopin� they�ll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
Bas:
Yeah
Omission�s usually, an admission to guilt
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin�, no love
Zip, zero, zilch
We don�t mention you lames, man I be pleadin� the fifth
There�s a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let�s put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is birds
You learn that at bird school, or somethin�
You eaten that bird food, or somethin�
You sick with that bird flu, or somethin�
That�s my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn�t pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there�s something bout this game
It�s somethin� for the bitches, it�s somethin� for the bitches
