Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
Now cook me a meal, gordon
Nigeria inspired the talk drum
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
Board of administration, yeah we here to stay
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win
She even said she can cook!
My nigga, no hook
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