Lyrics:
that shit look like my breakfast
I gotta remember to flip
The motherfucker over
After cookin’ it for thirty seconds
Ladies love me I got my OJ
Everybody
It feel like just yesterday I
Was broke as hell
Livin life behind these bars like
I couldn’t make the bail, shit
Workin at Wingstop cookin chicken
spit is quite fire
Villain by default I got accosted by the crime-fighters
Make a hater feel like life’s a lie when I display the skill
May not know
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
Can't stop me, game sold up
I roll up, I pour up
Will-lean, a hustler
cleanin' and cookin' for him
Leaving or looking lead to checking his phone
Left with a roaming charge for all the times he said he was home
She
you think that I belong in a cage |If I wake up your parents would they know you by name |Hell, I ain't gonna eat my pizza salted your way ||In
to trust ya
'Cause baby I come from a different place
Where causing pain, means I love ya
And I was thinking
Maybe I should run by
I can't even find
and posin'
He had that shit but he lost it
His coach told him jab that shit but he crossed it
He got caught by a left hook now he clockin' out
Sign
right
Yo grand mammy, sittin in the back fillin somthin bumpin knowin its my smokin song
Smells something good cookin or could it jus be grandmas bong
double dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by
mom passed away while making homemade jam.
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side.
She always did her best, Ah! cookin', cleanin',
always
all about cha your spots and your where abouts
And how to catch you slippin trippin on that main route
You say this by the kitchen I told the hoe to get
on the
prescription
Whatchu' cookin' something different
Showin' them the shit I get is damn
Lose my train of thought
Take more but it's all I got
Things have
It was never part of the plan to cheat the old woman
Now that is that, she better get on cookin'
Does she seem agitated? Did she get too mad?
You
the beach
And roll me a fatty
And grab a case of that cold shit
You know where to catch me
Welcome to the jungle by the beach
Where the sea sounds gorgeous
I am glad
To be starting over with you
I am glad
To be starting over with you
I will try to keep you comfy
And we'll get by with a little money
offa my dick,
Hipnotize by this shit that I spit, ya
Slow flow new flavor in yo ear,
I used to swear mane talk was cheap,
Now I'm in it 20 thousand feet,
Nadine, Nadine
There goes Nadine
I think that witchy lady
Been cookin' up some spells
When she walks on by
You know
I love the way she smells
She
Come home tired from a Explainlong trip
My feet hurt cuz a nigga pullin' double shifts
Rice and peas, that's some brown stool chicken cookin'
Eat
fat
But this what I was really up to (cookin' up)
'Bout to get another ring
Like when LeBron went to the bubble, wait (talk to 'em)
It's like
Woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see this shit
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Huh
I woke up on some evil shit, like bro, come see
(ayy)
I know that you love my ass, there's more to grab, I've been cookin'
Catch me by the oven, doing lunges, whippin' up goodness
Plant-based, all
people on the street just where are they going to?
for somethings cookin' some kind of really strange brew
mankind living for all their yesterdays
Cause it would be a shame
To just start the conversation
By pressin’ out a hey!
So I went out in front her
And told her face to face
Asking are you
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