Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
Moms really getting mad when i call you that
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
We was loonie i suppose, you could
Cook a verse send it out hardly a look
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