She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
Call the network dipset family ties
Had to wear the 13's with them
Now cook me a meal, gordon
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
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
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