We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
I’m on these niggas mind like lice
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
They down to do it all, i call 'em us open
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
See i can only love you when you undressed
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
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