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Being quiet Quiet as a mouse Bump back in Bump through powerhouse Songs coming out of nowhere Cooking these songs up good cookware Gotta bows down Say
of the ride Cocaine in the back of the ride Asian’s cookware lets you look while you cook And the handle stays cool cause it’s Made of a revolutionary Material
Everytime I'm in your timezone Look here, it's crooked letter I Ya'll don't meet nothing but crooks here It's hot in hell's kitchen Get your cookware, for
the shoe box, no these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!) I don't live there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!) Can't drop our
there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!) Can't drop our shit, work that fork though Lock up like woah, Young like
it Broken Down You niggas buyin' Meth, I'm buyin' cookware I'm tired of being a muthafuckin' pall-bearer I think I'd rather be Geraldo Rivera
did it my way? Uh, hide the cookware in the kitchen cabinet (ha) Comin' at me, you better get your ratchet (go get your gun, nigga) My lil' shooter
the cookware or work the stove top Lil bro somewhere with chin hair making the 4 pop Popo stop but plot they aint tryna help Protect and serve say word they just
up on my cookware I can whip like Emeril Ooo can you whip like Emeril these diamonds in my Richard Mil You know my locs up in the field will pop your
the cookware She just saw my kids I aint talkin daycare Ain't kno she had a man Thats a secret love affair I'm tryna see a billi middle finger welfare I can't
hope that We have the right cookware Okay. So long Thank you. Take care Into a black hole We're dancing feet first Through a wormhole Across
about my cookware you wasn't aware Call it a restaurant if you care I got a couple of jooks here This hook is not fair Third time I told you the book got
Eighteen ten the numbers Summoning the Giorgio Mastro' Bed with wooden clapboards At the heart of Giorgio Mastro' Dishwasher- safe cookware set
dinner is eaten and the cookware concealed Almost every week night, around the TV have we loitered She takes off her makeup and her sweet face revealed
She looked down at his cookware and fanned her arms Vous ne pouvez Pas allumer de feu içi - le Feuillage prend façilement feu He watched her arms
fuck, cook, talk but bitch you can't stay here All my niggas gripping on that steel but that's ain't cookware We got any size we step on em like some
the Moncler In the kitchen cooking up with the cookware Popping up like click clack "whose there" Dick her down like ace with the hardware Stroke it till it
Your life is going nowhere I’m popping pills like I don’t care If you want some then i can share I can’t decline a double dare Kitchen full of cookware I
Dismayed cookware Hopeless kitchenware No more cooking shows No more sourdough. Some old tomato stains Is all that's remained. But it must come back.
a different kinda flare No one else could ever compare I'm like that fine ass cookware The one and only edition master manifestor magician I don't listen
along the hanging cookwares Using the handle Rosa digs at the spot directly under The hook clasp of the lacy black bra Finally conceding she indeed needs
All around the world, people love to eat Food is such a delicious treat There are so many things that you can make With just a little bit of cookware
ain't Reeboks I don't live there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there but fish and cookware Can't drop our shit, work that fork though Lock up like
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