This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
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