I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew
Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
Cold, my style making my nose run
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
Hit the green like running backs with no yards
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
She even said she can cook!
Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
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