Lyrics:
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
"Girl, I'm tryna figure out what I'm finna cook for these kids
I'm
what it is, the world in service an' shit
Deliver food we spit in, can't even cook for they kids
Yo, my nigga stay flipping gear in a pinch
to cook for the kids
Turn on the tele for em, they love watching bluey
Clothes laid out the night before, getting them dressed a doozy
Let the dog out back
getting her degree
Mornings he would get up and work for the day
She'd head off to school to study flirt and play
At night he would get home and cook for
imma put her to sleep
She better cook for me, 2 kids Aint enough for me
She's want a Warrior
Que la muerte me de Gloria
Las historia que hablen de
Club stage
By sunrise they took me hunting, I'm catching nothing,
Unc spears a fish, aunt cooks it for the kids in the manymak way
Sharing bush damper
got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but
a raise
All while raising babies
That 9-5 now got her tired
Coming home and struggling to open her eyelids
But still she got to go and cook dinner for
the roller? no spliffs
Cook some grub for the kids
Crack a bottle get lit
Fuck the stress just forgive
Baby, dont hold it in
Let it out
Lose those thoughts
I
got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but
diamonds in that bitch
And my shoes match my fit
I'll wipe your nose clean
like a fuckin toddler bitch
Change my purse to match my wig
Cook up dinner for my
a target
Kids cook s'mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Bucker up lil' trooper
You can't get past me, I'm stuck in the future
The shit
And tomorrow you'll cook dinner
For the neighbors and their kids
We could rip apart those socialists
And all their damn taxes
You'll see I am no criminal
And tomorrow you'll cook dinner
For the neighbors and their kids
We could rip apart those socialists
And all their damn taxes
You'll see I am no criminal
and cook for me like her own kids
Ah ah-ah ah ah
Mike Jack wasn't the first one to serve you off the wall
Let my momma tell it I had ran before I crawled
I found me some work
Damn a nigga was green
I hit the block and I found me a fiend
I had him cook up the work for the kid
I cop the coupe I’m tryna
statements for the guys
What ya' know?
They gone swear to God and still be lyin' on it though
N***a I ain't got alotta time
What ya know? (Hey)
Southside kid
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Hook 'Em Hook 'Em Hook 'Em Hook 'Em
Billy from the Hills, Outlaw Took 'Em
(Took 'em)
Cook 'Em Cook 'Em Cook 'Em Cook 'Em
Sauce swerving up, drip
Hahaha hey
Hi
Hi
Not really
Hey
Hahahahahaha
Hey
Hahaha
Yo
Alright here we go
Here we go
Yo I'm about to go in
Yeah yeah
I cook for you
I cook for you
This
Zaytoven!
Yeah
Trap holla Zay
Migos
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Zaytoven!
Yeah
Trap holla Zay
Migos
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
made in
Never hesitating and never complaining
Now cooking up beats in my basement
Ramsey said that he hates it
Translated it
He just meant let him cook
Yo, Q I don't know if you going to change the beat or not
But we just going to loop it, I'm feeling hungry so you know, uh
Ima cook it up, cook it up
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