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"Cook Up" is a track by Lil Gotit, from the album Hood Baby, released 16th November 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
[Intro] Zone six nigga, pyrex whipper (Pyrex) Hood talk Alright [Verse] Trunk in the front, this ain't no ordinary engine Need all the money, yeah, I want all the blue benjis Car outside runnin’, yeah, this speed have no limit My racks is strong, my appearance have attention These racks gettin' long, fifty on me, not no ten shit Don't call my phone, I don’t got no business with you Big house and lawn, got our vibes makin' visuals Bust down two-tone, put one them on your head, they get you This no cappin', catch the static Got your ho she doin' the nasty Uzi came, we ridin' on benches Uzi game, might shoot out benches If it's slime over here, play nasty Shooters in your bushes campin' All my chains, they Michael Jackson Your diamonds, they look like plastic Tryna reach for my shit, take your chances Riches leave 'em where he standin’ Paid all cash, I’m not rentin' What’s in the stash? I got plenty Chanel bag hold that sticky And my slimes up the blicky Half a million, oh, I'm leading Got they face lookin' shitty Crazy bitch, get out of my face, you vicky Wanna put rose gold pures in the [?] Bitch boy ain't gon’ slide, he chicken Red and green beams on Glock, no Christmas Southside Nechie with me, yeah, he crippin' Go and tie your shoes, lil' boy, you trippin' Going all the way up, this beginning Build this shit up, I ain't talking 'bout bridges Talk too much so his face got stitches Time to cook up, put [?] in the kitchen Talk to my dog, we ain't fightin' 'bout bitches It's not hi-tech, time to listen Yellow diamonds on my wrist, I pissed it Just come and test who gon' be the richest Might pop a Perc just to get me a feeling Now I get racks but I came from stealin' They scared of beefing 'cause that shit forbidden We don't talk, [?] gon' shake the building He say he tryna take my spot, oh really? Can't get no cover on the millions Steak and shrimp, oh yeah, we livin' I'm at top floor lookin' over the city With two french bitches in the bed kissin' Young nigga shit, they better get wit' it [Outro] Hood, baby (Drip) Hood, baby (Kill 'em) Hood, baby (Drip) Hood, baby (Kill 'em) Hood, baby (Drip) Hood, baby (Kill 'em)
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