You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew
Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend
Anyways give it up the capital the nation
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
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