This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
Pathological liars even know i'm the truth
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.
I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
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