Lyrics:
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
And she got no time for me, no
With her cold shoulder below zero
I guess that’s just how it be tho
So I’m keeping busy, cookin’ up this dope by
tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch wonder who sent her
My balls in your blender
Wendy's chicken tenders
Cookin' since December
This yo bitch
Gucci und Giuseppe drippy everybody lookin'
Sechs Hitta in der Trap
Kitchen everybody cookin'
Wrist twistin' whip water
We've been cookin' up
the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (and a pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin'
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
When I think about how
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
and speak to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I
(Cookin up 70 hits)
Hickey look like I'm beat by my bitch, I like how she suck me and shit
(I like how she suck me and shit)
She could suck me, like fuck
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
Slow cookin'...
Let me add a little spice to your life,
Serve it up and make it feel real nice
Slow, fancy lookin'...
There are things you can't
(ONE!)
Bacon and eggs, bacon and eggs
Bacon and eggs, bacon and eggs
Cookin' the bacon and cracking the eggs
Toasting the bread, I serve it like
God was really cookin' that crack when he made you
God was really cookin' that crack when he made you
Hop out the whip with my mind on the money
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
to me, I don't know you
And no, I don't owe you a mothafuckin' thing
I'm not Mr N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr Friendly, I can be
Ey Su
Open the kitchen, we cookin'
Made a hit by mistake, oops
My line busy, fall season like who this?
I'm the highest, fuck the roof
I'm kinda hot
of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast
And I'm cookin' dope for breakfast
I smoke weed for breakfast
I drink lean for breakfast
I take mollies,
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
a suitcase
Trippin like a suitcase
Cookin up like souffle
Liquor got me trippin like a suitcase
Big dog got em all pissed off
Big strap by my side like a hip
Woah, yeah
Cookin with that good gas gas gas gas like a deisel fuel jet
I might have to call yo bet
Fuck a nigga bitch Ian lookin for no shit
I might
Ayo
Stuntman
If you don't know
You should go find you some sauce
New whip, I been looking
New shit, I been cookin'
Knee deep in the game, nigga I'm
Ugh
Maury
Bitches cookin' dope in the building
Bitches cookin' dope in the building
My dope in the building
My dope in the bushes
That dope in
up my Glock, 'cause we ready (Ready)
Every step I take is heavy, we goin' right past ya, but we not cookin' no spaghetti (Not cookin' no spaghetti)
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