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Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang,
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang,
thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call
Adolf
Gotta keep your WiFi, hit 'em with the hotspot
Cook a 36 in a crockpot
7.62 make his shirt tie-dye
And I keep the spinach, no Popeye
That's
gold or you ridin' chrome?

Black bottles and the gold chains
Wearin' gold from the cocaine
Boil kilo in the crockpot
'Nother drug dealer on the car lot
a brick, right out a Crock-Pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin' on 1k
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is blacker than white,
(Rondo)
Then I hit the 9 with the jackpot (jackpot)
Yeah, I got the crockpot
Yeah, I'm smokin' like magma

I got me some twins, identical (what)
I
(woo)
I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the Crock-Pot like it's Betty
They say the drop hot, and it's ready
Might stretch it out but it ain't fetti (yes)
or not

AMG the fo, carbon fiber, niggas peelin' out
Push button, roof is changin' colors, fuck the ceilin' now
Cookin' powder in a crockpot 'til it's
people smile everywhere that I went
I even put it on the first Black President
It's evident, I'm hot as a Crock-Pot
With a big-ass smile like Mr. Hot
album out in HipHop and I'm still Heatin' up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain't Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make
Chewin' on chew sticks, blowin' on ganja root
Fonto leaf, Irish moss, soursop
Big nets catchin' monk fish, spice for the crockpot
The powder is wrapped,
'cause the young nigga creep

Whip off the lot, crack in the pot
Told Offset, boy I can't cook in the crockpot
Want a whole brick? Just meet me
Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin' crockpot it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed
pockets deeper than a Crockpot, huh
Watch out, she tryna fuck me on the spot, spot
Speed off in a drop-top, creep out with a thot thot
Suck it 'til your
And whoever fuck with 'em, we cannot rock
I will not stop, even if that block hotter
Than my mama be up in the kitchen with that Crock-Pot (whip it, whip it)
don't stop, so the Crock-Pot steam
Don't clothes shop, tryna' cop
Heavy triple beams
You better (Push it along)

Like Tribe's Instinctive Travels
Fam you
Lambos
Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost
Straight up out the motherfuckin' crockpot it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed
enough chili in my crockpot
To last 'till the winter
'cause winter will be here sooner than you think
Winter will be here sooner than you think
That's when
rockin it straight off the top
I'm cockin it like ingredients thrown hap-hazardly inside a crockpot 
With a magic sock schnapps a big ass book and some
a bitch
I'm pissed and far from rich
Still crawling on the bottom and I solemnly swear
I had White Jesus in my crockpot before Ross said walking on air
Cookies in the oven, dope in the crockpot
At the crack, trap spot beating like a boombox
Brown and the white like a moon pie
My young nigga hang in
the competition right in their tracks
Cookin in the crockpot
Catch it like a snapshot
Wish you woulda boycott 
But we got it locked
Cash is spilling out the lockbox
the Crock-Pot
Semi-auto making them Hopscotch
All my life I've been cock blocked
I'm tired of being stuck in a blood clot
Talking that blah blah
I'm runnin',

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