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Cookin' Up

Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen, red stove

Red pots, one in the head cocked, one the on the feds probe

Red stools, red inf, red floor, your all fakers

Red couch, red crystal, red pepper and salt shakers

The red room, red curtains, it's summer squish

Show some respect, what you expect that's a hundred inch

Telescopes, binoculars, the feds hate my bynacula

From sellin' coke I'm proper docked that means I'm spectacular

They bitin' like Tyson, worse than that dracular

Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands I'm smackin' her

Let me make ya plane, since dane to danes I made it rain

Now in the strip club the Benjies turn to paper planes

I'm lilla, you Andre Miller, got a basic game

I told ya bitch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains

I'm Derek Jeter, 'cause I'm in between the base my mane

And that's on Lennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings

Silencers on calibers would do it louder bro

Sledge hammer, smash his melon I'm the black galicka

You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time

Wack bitches, rat snitches, my life's a punch line

I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars

Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours

I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt

Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her up

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up

You don' sold a bottle, huh, I'm twistin' ya cap

And I'm luxury girl, come sit on my lap

Her friends like, don't go that shit is a trap

They'll have you trafficn' swallowin', shittin' smack

They pigeons in fact, how you gonna listen to that?

You the fliest one in your crew, them bitches is wack

Started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap

Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin' some crack

I'm a true champ, you glance, 4 door, 2 tramps

Fuck my money honey, bring your food stamps

Go ahead, you dance, a elephant to you ants

Chain, Alaska, Bracelet, Nebraska

Crib, well disaster

42 plasmas, royal blue Laurie, shorty you bastard

Only thing I don't know, what resort we in

I tell a bitch, "Get over here", like scorpion

Cars, order in flavors, you order from avis

Come around me why? They know my ora contagious

And I'm sorta courageous, plus the kid smart

Forget Bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors

Next door at your neighbors, they said all of you haters

Set you up the very moment, I offered 'em paper

In the North I'm the Mayor and my kicks

The University of Florida, of course they gators

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up

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