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nuts Motion picture living unscripted, no plans, no cuts Raw footage of my life in small percentages Spoon feed them cook it up just right it becomes
more juice than Sunny Delight I'll be your plumber, give you pipe See, she make me think I can sing, make me forget that I rap She cook me breakfast
la bitch qui cook j'suis pas cuistot J'suis dans la zone même sans rien je penserai toujours à Dino Si on a les crocs c'est que la vie ne nous fait
treatment Then I hit you Like "Bae I miss you" Pull up grind that issue Make up sex official Talk about it while we cook a meal Look at God, He must
We cook dope in the microwave GMG, Slaughter Gang Gotta keep the choppa by the door Fourty in the sofa, I've been whippin' soda Plug came in with
is just one thing That I've never understood Girls are learning to twerk, but don't know how to cook Pot noodles on the weekend, everyday beans
hydro-codon Cook so clean though I could put your soul on I need your C note Valentino Sip that 'Bino Black Tuxido Table for two James Bond [?]
(r. cook/r. greenway/b. backer/b. davis) I'd like to build the world a home And furnish it with love Grow apple trees and honey bees And snow-white
Ming's behind'cha Don't remind me, do whatever to you, fly back and there'd be Hell on earth for you to find me They say we all look alike, cook alike But
thang Quick to cook and breakin' cane Straight runnin' thangs around the way Havin' his money man A rider from the hood understood by many sets With
You've got a good heart You're so good to me That's more than a good start You're too good for me I would even have you live with me Cook for me
niggaz can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke Cook the coke, cut it Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it Nigga with a Benz fuckin it Doesn't
station She worked as a cook there for a long, long time She said, "hey, Cowboy" later on she said "Nice boy, good worker, top rider, lucky one, that
[Chorus] My old heart it's been 13 hours too much of you my friend my dear and now I cower Looking at you looking at you oh shit shit I'll go cook
I wanna look out for you, do all the things she can't No, do she wash your clothes? No, do she cook and clean for you, baby? Oh no, she don't
Hurricane it don't really matta hold me down, And that ain't wat you doin so you need to move around. I need somebody that's gon cook for me, fix my plate
the corrupt official for A and B he be the man in the middle Or D for discoverer for Cook and Columbus and the pirate plunderers Doesn't mean I ain't gonna
He rakes and trims the grass He loves to mow and weed I cook like Betty Crocker And I look like Donna Reed There's plastic on the furniture
Do you get what you want? Do you get what you need? Your mamma buys you drugs and makes you homade speed You need homemade speed She cooks it
go My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot On a roll, what you figure got Tricks up my sleeve you
12 years old we cook that coke, baby face, whip a pill, grip the steel Damn ain't this a bitch, ain't no motherfucking fathers Put the message out,
Sugar, stocks and shares Gourmet food and drink Up a marble flight of stairs Suntans and shades A yacht anchored in Saint Tropez Butler, cook
And my man Ras G, hey If he cook a rock, serve a melody Ey yo oh, gotta keep movin' And groovin' for life, for life Ey yo oh, this type of music
like sprinkles Iron in my pants like I'm getting out the wrinkles Take a nigga out and I ain't talking 'bout a date Cook a nigga like a steak and fix
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