Up In My Cocina Rae Sremmurd

[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)
Bitches so kinky, broke hoes shrink 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 a pan, 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