Lyrics:
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
And now you tell me Billie Joe has jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
Mama said to me child what's happened to your apetite
Well I've been cookin' all
Now I'm on a mission
Dogg paw intuition
And while you homies in the pen straight snitchin,
They gonna get it
While I'm in the dogg house cookin in
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
sprayed up
Got rid of the whole brick, and then we re-up
Sittin' in a money spot
Cookin' up the product
You tried to infiltrate the shop
You got shot up lil
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
the springtime
I never seen Frank again
'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on grainer
Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind
They found
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"
"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"
"Said he'd be pleased to have
Just livin' my life
And they wanna harm me, why?
Cuz I'm keepin' my hair, my nails n' my body right
Killin' these bitches one by one
Killin' these
slower
But it was spent cookin' my mind's motor
Now I'm older
I'm embarrassed by my past actions
And even more ashamed
By my present thoughts and future
Hustle persistent it's evident
That's how I move I'm staying in motion
Purplish hues my medicine
Cookin your goose your reign is over
I got 3 boos
really it ain't no new thing
A dollar still a dollar even if it's only loose change
Hell yeah im cookin now, James Harden wippin up
Puttin all my peoples
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Sittin' by di ocean
Di wave, she feel so sad
Sittin' by di ocean
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Sittin' by di ocean
Di wave, she feel so sad
Sittin' by di ocean
I'm on my grind, swear the only thing on my mind is her
Makes no sense to leave without her being by my side
What's the point in rollin' if my queen
you know
I talk by fuck with you shawty
Lose my mind bеhind you
I come bustin' that forty (Boo ya)
We gon' stick togethеr 'til
We dearly departed
My
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
Say, boo, what's happenin'?
I need you to come see me on Saturday, alright?
Got this plan I need to run by, 'kay?
Alright, daddy love you too
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
on the low (yeah)
Cookin' up baby, Quality Control (no cap)
I might just cash out with Migos (with Migos)
Tell the ese send it pronto (send it now)
Hit
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
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