Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
Jt: didn't get a gift for her
But she's a good cook and supporter
Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
Hit the green like running backs with no yards
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
And i be with p, so i got bbc shit
I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
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