Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb
Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
It's cause of you, see, you let him do that
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
Lobsters and shrimp im good
She even said she can cook!
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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