Tha Cook Up Lyrics

Hammer on the dresser

Work on the stove

Sitting on the counter blowing smoke out my nose,

Redbone naked

In the bed flexing

I said bitch I ain't impressed you make me feel kind of neglected

Hammer on the dresser

Work on the stove

Sitting on the counter blowing smoke out my nose

Redbone naked

In the bed flexing

I said bitch I ain't impressed you make me feel kind of neglected like

Where the fuck your manners

You must think I'm Santa

You must think I'm stupid or some shit I'm from Atlanta

Like bitch we make it happen

We don't need no planner

We don't got no time to waste

This just the beginning

Don't matter the time or place

I'm trying to get in her

Treat her do what Simon say

Fantasize my mental

Make me feel all kind of ways

Show you independent

They asking for diamond rings

Ask me how I'm feeling,

Dreaming of the finer things by straight out the trenches

Don't you ever lie to me

Sick of people sweating

Sick of showing love

Sweet paraphernalia

Sick of being dubbed

No care from the beginning

Don't owe you not a penny

Get the fuck about your feelings

Don't give a fuck about no rental

When anybody can rent it

Pay the cost became the boss

ThaGod bitch I'm that nigga

Cooking I can't take a loss I came in on the skillet

Hammer on the dresser

Work on the stove

Sitting on the counter blowing smoke out my nose

Redbone naked

In the bed flexing

I said bitch I ain't impressed you make me feel kind of neglected

Hammer on the dresser

Work on the stove

Sitting on the counter blowing smoke out my nose

Redbone naked

In the bed flexing

I said bitch I ain't impressed you make me feel kind of neglected like