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can catch me out in Philly
Fucking with Oogie Mane and Filth'
I feel like my hands made to kill
And the chopper got no chill (Bup-bup-bup)
I can cook up

to scam (No)
I'm with Yavo, like a chef who can't cook
He straight Birmingham (Straight Birmingham)
His bitch might, "You up?" We
Fuck, she screamin' loud

the most consistent? Labels
Say he so resistant (Yeah)
I won't cook in here if
I don't know this kitchen
(Skrrt, I don't know)
If that bitch look, come here

fools don't honor they queens
They want a hooker
On the scene tryna impress a
Nigga that wanna book ya
As far as these bars, I cook ya
Sauté, saw benjis

a lake
And the weight, the weight of the world
Don't wait
We make mistakes when it's all at stake
We cook out cake, we eat our cake
Sometimes no time

Hey Siri

Hey Siri, could you teach me how to cook an apple pie?
Say thanks in Japanese
Make a paper plane that flies
Hey Siri, could you cancel

(Cook that shit up, Quay)

Stayin' with my grandma, I still call her Ms. Bonnie
Gave a stripper ho a bag and made her call in at Onyx
I be

like a hair dryer (Money)
After I'll cook for him in my air fryer (ha)
Damn Tay who is this, this that new shit
I was in Chicago, he was on bullshit

reckless
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
I play my guitar while she's kissing my neck
Cook me dinner whilst I'm counting my checks
Don't you know (that)

spot)
Ooh Lord
Kukuruku cook that thing
Swaps, Swaps

a crook
With a Kardashian, got me feelin' like Brook
Feel like I'm Booker, I told my bitch don't play dumb, I'ma cook her
Ten pointer diamonds in both

the things I know to calm my head
But it's hard, now you are gone
There's nothing I can do but write these songs
So I cook, I mow the lawn
Like I could

reckless
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
I play my guitar while she's kissing my neck
Cook me dinner whilst I'm counting my checks
Don't you know (that)

turned to Lukaku
My finishing clinical
Cook up a sizzling sermon
And get in that mode like a minister
Might need a couple more pews
Cuz I got bout 200,000

Ey
Ey, ey, yo, slow down, wait a minute
Don't get too hard on me, Jenny (mhm)
Your DM got my interest, plus I love that you cook spaghetti

What's happenin' Chi Chi?
Yeah
68 just straight cook the motherfucka up
Yeah

Yeah
Say I broke your heart, but I didn't mean to, yeah
You say

remember me

We went fast like a ski race winner
Cook me up an Italian dinner
But you lie, lie, lie like it's way too familiar
So I say bye, bye, bye

a home down by a pond.
I'd make you a good mate - I love to cook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.

On old Cape Cod, it blows a gale.
I'll be Jonah. You be

the city, we fucking up the scene
Rock some shit you never seen, all my girls is European
And the hooptie's always clean (It's always clean)
We cook that base

(aah)
Bitch, tu parles mais faut qu't'agisses (aah)
On va t'cook comme un tajine (aah)
Y avait l'(chut) là y est à Jules (à Jules)
Balle dans son dos,

Yeah
Uh, shit, look

I just need a week to cook up
Niggas physique to weak to compete with the elites 
Do some push-ups
Still can't spar with

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

cook the rest tomorrow"
And if heaven got a kitchen
I'll be in that bitch dancin' on
The stove like New Edition

Prayin' over bricks, blessings

Extra ten seconds so it cooks good whilst I'm looking through this Louis lookbook
Runners in a T, I got runners in a T
I know they take long but niggas