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Cookin Up

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Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen, red stove Red pots, one in the head cocked, one the on the feds probe Red stools, red inf, red floor, your all fakers Red couch, red crystal, red pepper and salt shakers The red room, red curtains, it's summer squish Show some respect, what you expect that's a hundred inch Telescopes, binoculars, the feds hate my bynacula From sellin' coke I'm proper docked that means I'm spectacular They bitin' like Tyson, worse than that dracular Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands I'm smackin' her Let me make ya plane, since dane to danes I made it rain Now in the strip club the Benjies turn to paper planes I'm lilla, you Andre Miller, got a basic game I told ya bitch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains I'm Derek Jeter, 'cause I'm in between the base my mane And that's on Lennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings Silencers on calibers would do it louder bro Sledge hammer, smash his melon I'm the black galicka You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time Wack bitches, rat snitches, my life's a punch line I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her up We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up You don' sold a bottle, huh, I'm


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