The Cook Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Ain't no f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' 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 "f*ck 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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