Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
You feeling when you be drillin' that shit
Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though
I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew
I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
My pockets got paper on paper
I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >