Cook House ft. Slaede, Staggy, ReedsNovember & Capo Raf Lyrics

Brrrr

Let's Cook

I'm young and hard but I'm wreckless but I never recover

I'm finna stay in the cookhouse when I'm under the weather

You know it's hard to reconcile, but I can't say that I can but I won't

A hunnid miles in between us I can't trust you

A hunnid heads in the room, I still can't fuck with you

We gon blow your fucking head top through the roof

I hope you know it's true

I'm with STAIN in the booth

They doing tricks behind me

Fairy tail motha fucka I just knocked out ya tooth

I just knocked out 10 tracks when I hop in the booth

I knocked out 10 tracks while you're workin on 2

You called her finessing the dubble baggin while I'm workin on booth

I know how to work to work

I'm talking shit to the ski mask

You smokin grade A bullshit

I'm smoking on Lil Reed pack (Let's Smoke)

She only tryinna fuck wit me cause I know Lil Reed

She comin over cause she know she tryinna get that shit wack

You be crawling out the water, you got leaches on your back

I ain't fuckin wit Madana, I just want Mike back

Huh

But she gon dance on it like Mike Jack

Want a verse from me ok you not gon get the mic back

Want a verse from me, you gon get rich, because I might spazz

All I ever need is a bitch who got a tight ass

Huh

Poetry in motion, bitch I feel like Mozart

Still be on my hoe shit, cause I got a cold heart

Me and your bitch like 516 cause we gon go dark

I'm wit your bitch, she treat the dick just like a crowbar

Bad bitch

Wanna fuck me real good

Said I can't right now baby, I'm tryinna smoke is backward

I made this song on Nukes set up, didn't use my MacBook

She tellin me she like my getup, yea she like my fashion (aye)

Expencive garments, all over my fuckin body (huh)

Louis Vuitton, McQueen that's a New Armani

No, no no I'm not the father yea, don't put me on Mari

Bad bitch on the web cam, I call her iCarly

Always invited to the party cause I'm serving all the molly

She said she jackin all my swag and so im feelin up her body

Im with Staggy

Im with Bobby

Lil Reed

We bumpin Carti

30 AR in his head don't make my liberal catch a body

(Aye)

Telegram me for the message

Bitches servin everybody

I'll be running through these hoes like I

be riding on a Harley

Bitch I'm high as fuckin shit, I'm conversating with Bob Marley

And Nuke be cookin every day, it got me lookin like Chris Farley

(Let's Cook)

Yea

Got a book bag, full of books couldn't even find it

What you lookin for?

Friend, not a foe

Watch the trees and they be growin

Send her back cause she a hoe

Walk on this beat I'm steady flowin

They callin me Nuke, yea I'm the goat

She talkin giberish, not fluent

High from the drugs

High from the fentanyl

Got to many hoes

Damn, feel like Santa Claus

I be on the road

Never coming back never going home

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Never goin back

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Never goin back

Never goin home