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Correct The Cook Up Lyrics
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Correct The Cook Up
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[Intro] Ain't no fuckin' janitor if my brodie got that mop She just wanna ride, I tell her, "Shordy get on top" Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cotch We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop [Chorus] Cook up in it, yo you know it's steady marination Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance Him and I are rampant, there is no further relation I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron Apron, all my homies steady apin' Banging on my chest Where the camera? Baby tape this She don't get naked for many She told me her body's sacred But she said that Russell finna break it [Verse 1] I got enemies everywhere, they got jealousy issues Heard you said some shit bout me Your homies better be with you I don't play like every dude, Man I'm already official Shordy ass hella big, super heavy with dimples Ain't no fuckin' janitor if my brodie got that mop She just wanna ride, I tell her, "Shordy get on top" Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cotch We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop Hoe I'm shakin' on my block I've been on the getting, Baby I ain't gon' get got L-M-F-A-O, laughing throwing shots, shots, shots, shots Russell coming live from the motherfuckin' dot [Chorus] Cook up in it, yo you know it's steady marination Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance Him and I are rampant, there is no further relation I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron Apron, all my homies steady apin' Banging on my chest Where the camera? Baby tape this She don't get naked for many She told me her body's sacred But she said that Russell finna break it [Verse 2] Look, get low like this girl, get on ride this Tell a boy [?], please hop off my dick She done said she don't give head I left like "fuck it, I'm sick" To my old bitches, I'm grown gettin' more digits I be dough splittin', ten toes pimpin', no slippin' Mixing potion and boy I'm smoking that potent And I be give and gettin', but she and her they go with me I got it from here, you can tell em all, "relax" They coming through with jokes, but I always had the facts Broki in the [?], in the hallway like a track She looked at me and told me, "bring that shit back" You know I [Chorus] Cook up in it, yo you know it's steady marination Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance Him and I are rampant, there is no further relation I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron Apron, all my homies steady apin' Banging on my chest Where the camera? Baby tape this She don't get naked for many She told me her body's sacred But she said that Russell finna break it
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