Lyrics:
cas où
Prochaine trapstar peut tirer dans le cou
Cookman fuck un papa
J'leur fais danser la bachata
Cookman fuck un papa
J'leur fais danser la bachata
yourself
Now it's World War III and you're out looking for help
On Cookman cve.
Everyone looks like you
They got all the same
ready to go
And now I got lyrics that heat like the skillet
The one that you cook on (Handle that)
I'm down here at Cookman with nothing to cook on
So ima
All night long 24 and Wasted
At Wonder Bar wonder if we’ll make it
I walk down Cookman again
I’m drunk, I lost all my friends
I text you at 2am
at an HBC
U Could attend Bethune Cookman
In Daytona Beach
Get Your Education
Become A Better Person
And live your dreams
Like Zora Neal Hurston
Most
Bethune Cookman they wanna be ya
Drumline always there when we need em
Howard Homecoming where we meet up
We going on tour
Come bring a friend
Shawty
on the beach if we ain't got a ride
Someday I'll buy you that house on Cookman
We could sleep on the beach all night
Sleep on the beach if we ain't got
house on Cookman Street
And you can dance all night
I need your wild heart and nothing else
Come meet me at my place tonight
Come be the surgeon to my
I stay wit dem bands
Like I went to State or Bethune-Cookman
This gotta be Gods plan
I'm loving this energy
It's looking over me
Dont try approaching
and Sprite
Make it a double
Mr. left's buying tonight
And every weekend
I'll repeat it again
I'll play the same scheme
Out at the bars on Cookman
Serial
tu serres
J'suis toujours au milieu des sirènes toujours rien décidé pour que la misère m'tourne le Dos
Cookman oui
How ´bout life
How about us
Bae you
crt ist (Wewe)
Ready or not here i come,
Smoke so viel Hits from the Bong
cdanamaster 5 Sterne Cookman,
Häng in der Spielo süchtig Book Fan.
Spiel
Clinton and Central State
Say my name
Bethune-Cookman, Bishop, Bluefield and Bowie state
Say my name
Langston, Lane, Lincoln and Lawson State
Say my name
Oh
Cousteau
Mis sur le côté comme Malo Gusto
Mon peura c'est du miel, eh mucho gusto
Allessen boudah j'ai le beurre, j'ai les épinards
Au bout da cookman, j'ai
and now I make promoters book me
My sister crabbing in Daytona with them hoes from cookman
I just went for hibachi I'm feeling seafood
Back then it was
blind
You a good girl, you belong tooken
Pretty little lady, more class than Bethune-Cookman
Checking uh one two, one two
Leaning with the mic stand
in tomb
All my niggas makin dope, shit we cookin' in tune
Cookman Bethune, Rey Mo' take these niggas to school
Loon loon, might need my straitjacket,
to Brooklyn or making a book
But this time it's all true, no shaking the cookman
Served up a smorgasbord and poured this forth
With a glass of wine before I
dirli off man
Bdina b ta 9alwa gha sta7 m3a Amoucha w Cookman
W Hardy Flow motherfucker tale3 b'level d'U-MAN-CHESTER
Jbedni b fommek, nwelli m3ak
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