I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
She don't really care about anyone advice
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
He’s comin', that's what these hoes say
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
It's truly liver, who knew we'd prosper
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
Me and my microphone could be one
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
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