Regardless to all them, i appease her
But she's a good cook and supporter
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
We can't catch the beat
We will cook you up and eat,
I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
And just looked at the whole situation
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
Okay, fucking with me nigga no way
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice
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