Love reefer and love sneaker above those
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water
But she's a good cook and supporter
Cook a verse send it out hardly a look
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
Athlete mentality so fuck my competition
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
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