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DJ KHALED : Hell's Kitchen Feat Bas & J. Cole lyrics

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DJ KHALED lyrics : "Hell's Kitchen Feat Bas & J. Cole"

[Verse 1: 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 ^!$$%
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my ^!$$%
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 ^!$$% count stacks, count stacks

[Hook: J Cole]
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 $$# 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

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

^!$$% $#&@ 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
^!$$% $#&@ you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day

[Verse 2: Bas]

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
$#&@s sake you ^!$$%s emanate a feminines traits
(*##$ ^!$$% when could never relate

Nah, cause man you ^!$$%s 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 (*##$es, it's somethin' for the (*##$es


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