Lyrics:
Tryna hunt man's head back
Tryna find a legion of demons to set back
Olive oil on his neck back
Head top, chest shot
Zeli comes through with the next lot
like forensics
So the deadlines get extended
The headlines catch attention
They gone check if I mention
What's love go to do, what
I'm cooking in
cooking my grill Starting the drill with my bill
The eagle is floating, freedom is closing Your time is coming, America ain't stopping
Eye for an eye, your
soul born the year of the GOAT, 91, I inject fear
2/26 I Kuwait to pull the troops, setting fire to your oil fields
31 years, 31 seasons, 31 like Reggie
the stove top
'Til the olive oil's hot
I'm shaking cayenne pepper
Making rice and beans
I'm cooking for myself
And living in my means
or something; Or you're cooking up some crack. And you know,
You touch the side of the pot. Just that little
*TSSSS*
"WOAH!!" That, Fucking kills!! That little
of jealousy
It’s like they live up on f*****g sesame
Cause all these n****s acting kiddish
West African grandma cooking up the spinach
Spinach with the palm oil
took
For the the shit they're cooking
Family hog tied
Welcome the dark side
Over there them wolves got a hawk eye
Put your body in the trunk
And tell you
cooking up just like a trap kitchen
I check my Distrokid like everyday say I got cash pending
I'ma keep it simple with a chain fuck a wack pendant
And I had
the crown
Oh
I don't really think you listening
Know you see me out here glistening
Hot
I'm cooking in the kitchen
Oh
I got success on my mind
I don't run
Tie up your apron[00:09.46]Get that coconut oil[00:12.14]Warm up the oven[00:13.44]Bring some water to a boil[00:16.19]Step in
VVS diamonds they keep on shining
I'm on the block and we cuttin up
In the lab I been cooking up science
Big sav nigga bouta go bubble up
So many losses
better get hungry I'm cooking
Hate all you want but just check who's getting booked damn
Your shits burned
My verse is
Well done
Your turn Andy I've said
Cooking grasa Panoramix
Fugitivo, Clyde and Bonnie
Ösel Hush, D. B. Cooper
Os llevo a la espalda como Obélix
Cooking grasa Panoramix
Fugitivo, Clyde
G I'm that
And ain't never going to leave like the troops in Iraq
Yea, and I'm all but the oil to em
Holmes do it flows hotter than a boiler room
Flow
got my whole projects out of order
A Kilo is a thousand grams
Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from Cuban plants
The chemist
the big bug eyed mung worm at the bottom of the bottle
Lay on its back and your talking pure twaddle
To make you more smiley You drink olive oil
It
bullshit
Hit the studio on drugs when you get all in your feelings
Look into your eyes nigga you ain't ever lived it
But always talking cooking dope nigga
I'd rather be a con artist scheming with a thousand scams
[Chorus]
Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white
Get your sniff on,
feelings
Look into your eyes nigga you ain't ever lived it
But always talking cooking dope nigga ever had heart ache
Ever lost money learned how to cook oil
GRILL
LOWER THAN A CLOUD IM AN OIL SPILL
IM A SOUL COLLECTOR
I MEAN THE SPIRITUAL ONES
LIKE A LED FLOYD RECORD
DRINK BONG WATER PISS LIKE A SPRINKLER
I love all these chunks of asparagus in my soup
(My soup so thick, you gotta give the spoon a lick)
Welcome, welcome to the Bonita cooking show
were Oldsmobiles who drink Thunderbird
Land Cruisers sitting on fertile soil
With equipment that ran off expensive oil
Folks bragging, said a horse
of Hanukkah
Everyone of them glows with love
Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two
Day one
Time to light a candle
For those maccabees whose oil did
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