Lyrics:
the lost get found
Living off the land
And working with our hands
Till the sun goes down
Mama's home cooking
Daddy's ass whipping
And heaven bound
If
(coke), its going on retail (clearance)
Puttin bitches on detail, just so I can eat well,
We cooking up that fish scale, its going on retail (ya ya)"
still you
Can't take nothing from me. hook
It up I cook it up and get some
Head while rolling blunts. water
Paint, water stain I'm lookin
Down she
house ya monkey (pussy)
I got so much jewelry on me still you can't take nothin' from me
Hook it up I cook it up and get some head while rollin' blunts
Johnny came home and Jim did too
Looking for a home cooked dinner
Mama in the kitchen, said you never get through
Cooking for the saints
A floating island was his home
Then the phone rang off the hook
And hot Cha had to come back home
Hot Cha, where are you?
Everybody's eyes are closed
I
morning from Choctaw Wridge
Today Billie Joe Macallister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
Papa said to mama as he passed around the black eyed peas
Mama shake off that dream
Hey, I told her that you were really cooking
My love is burning for a turn at the steam
Hey, 'cause
My love light's
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Rollin' in the coupe, yeah
Yeah
Get it
Get it, get it, hey (Freebandz)
Cook it, cook it (yeah), huh (hold
Mama shake off that dream
Hey, I told her that you were really cooking
My love is burning for a turn at the steam
Hey, 'cause
My love light's
Knock your top off like a holiday
Dang, little mama, I should be in your pot
'Cause everywhere I go they sayin' Nicki you're hot
I catch more eyes than
'bout to cook it up
I'm 'bout to cook it up, I'm 'bout to cook it up
And I'm whipping like it's slavery 'bout to whip it up
I'm cooking and whipping
And we'll live off the coconut
Well there's a big black mama
In a tree
She's gonna cook us
She's gonna call up the rest of the tribe
And it looks like
now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"
And mama said to me, "Child, what's happened to your appetite?
"I've been cooking
come 'til later...
God will not be pleased...
(chorus)
Hey mama hey mama lookee what your little babies all have become...
Rome is cooking
My,
Johnny came home and Jim did too
Looking for a home cooked dinner
Mama in the kitchen, said you never get through
Cooking for the saints
mama taught my niggas that was under the stairs
One of those who chauffeured life and then was unprepared
But my hunger is the thought that no wonder
I bought my first key from my baby mama brother
I bought my first key, bought my, bought my first key
I bought my first key from my baby mama
Took the Christmas lights
Off the front porch
February 31st
A band mate was in New Orleans
My soul mate was on the coast
After all it takes for
I do I know you cook for me
I cook for you, I do
I'm cooking what you're loving
I got my loving, putting that shit in the oven
I cook for you
I do it
cooking breakfast for the block, then I let her cook mine, yeah
Quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a day an ounce, damn
cook it up, heat it up
When it's looking good then I eat it up
Crockpot cooking, stay steady eating
I keep making seconds, yeah I keep repeating
Better
in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house taking no calls
I done hit a stride got my shit goin'
In the six cooking with the wrist motion
cooking breakfast for the block, then I let her cook mine, yeah
Quick line in the bathroom 'fore we bounce
Not me, I mean her, she go a day an ounce, damn
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